Lord,
I admit I need cultivating.
I have some wild weeds.
My ground has many dry spots.
Stagnant ponds here and there.
Good seeds are planted deep in me.
Shine on me - water me - tend me.
I want to see what fruit is there.
How fragrant will I be?
Will I be a tall, stately tree?
Or more like a rambling ivy?
A quiet lily or a fiery rose?
How will I display your beauty?
Let me be your garden...
I admit I need cultivating.
I have some wild weeds.
My ground has many dry spots.
Stagnant ponds here and there.
Good seeds are planted deep in me.
Shine on me - water me - tend me.
I want to see what fruit is there.
How fragrant will I be?
Will I be a tall, stately tree?
Or more like a rambling ivy?
A quiet lily or a fiery rose?
How will I display your beauty?
Let me be your garden...