My Life's a Garden
This is a poem I wrote about 10 years ago and had totally forgotten about and lost. I managed to find a copy of it.
I thought about it with regard to our time in Wisconsin after getting together with some brothers last night. The skit the girls did about thoughts (and the accompanying conversation) made me think of the stanza below that says that I’ll “make certain every seed is from You” and that “this Garden’s only Yours to sow.” As we talked about, a lot of our problems come from allowing the enemy to plant those weeds instead of rejecting them and protecting the garden of our mind and being committed to reserving it for JESUS’S use ALONE. That whole concept has been very revolutionary and helpful to me. I want to discipline and focus my mind to do just that. May Jesus be able to say about us:
“You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.” Song of Solomon 4:12, NIV.
Anyway, I thought I should re-share this poem with everyone.
My Life’s a Garden.
My life’s a garden, Lord, for You
Though fallow ground at times, it’s true
What’s needed from the very start?
A roto-tilling of the heart!
Break me down so I can see
The works of death…iniquity
That separate You, Lord, from me
‘Til I repent and bow my knee
That done, my life is fertile soil
A place of promise for Your toil
For in due season it’s Your plan
To reap a harvest from the land
The seeds You plant come from above
Faith, and hope, brotherly love
Godly passions, faithful wounds…
I know these all will blossom soon
The fertilizer that I need
Is understanding I’ve been FREED!!!!
For realizing this is so
Will always cause good seeds to grow.
Your Spirit is the gentle rain
Refreshing time and time again.
Oh Spirit, how You meet my needs!
Without You, there’s just dirty seeds
I promise, Lord, that I’ll be true
Make certain every seed’s from You
My ground will break beneath Your hoe
This garden’s only Yours to sow!
Use each and every inch of ground
To bear good fruit, because I’ve found
When fruit abounds the weeds subside
I won’t need “holy herbicide”
But should the enemy complete
his plan for tares among the wheat
I know You’ll pick each thorn and burr
You’re such a faithful Gardener!
And when the weather is hot and dry
And strong winds give my roots a try
I’ll persevere in peace sublime
Each day brings closer harvest time
So when that awesome day is here…
The day when ripened fruit appears
Your wondrous glory all will see
By what You’ve grown in dirt like me!