There is within my heart
a garden of delights.
Jesus tends to my soul,
bringing forth great beauty.

He cultivates the soil,
uprooting the weeds,
waters me with the word,
as I bask in His love.

In the wonder of Spring,
flourishing efflorescence,
caressed in morning dew,
elegance rises to bloom.

He prunes the inert stems,
so fruitful buds will grow,
branching out in excess,
grace lavishes my essence.

©TinasHeart 6/19/01