The Garden of The Lord
Lord, let me be a fruitful garden, pleasing unto you.
Let my fruit be of Your Spirit, watered by Your dew.
Let love be there to draw all people closer to Your Son.
The peace that passes understanding must be there as well.
Let patience have its' perfect work, that You may come and dwell.
Let kindness grow in every word that you would have me speak.
Plant goodness also there Lord, that my witness not be weak.
Put faithfulness here also, please, an ever growing crop.
Let gentleness bear fruit here, Lord, and let it never stop.
Let self-control come not from self, only from Your Spirit.
So that all who see this garden, Lord, will know You're near it.
Copyright 1997, Carla J. Lambert