His Holy Garden

Keep me near Your Holy Garden,
Guide me with Your Sacred scent,
Damp this ground that's prone to harden,
Burn those thorns as I repent.

Do not flee outside His eyes,
Our heart and world are magnetized,
Kneel, O' soul, unto His fruit,
To rid this flesh of its abuse.

Parch my weeds or let me die,
And let me serve and learn to sow,
To Your fruit I will abide,
Seed my soil that I may grow.

Bow my soil unto Your seed,
Root my toil for His glory,
Breathe Your Word and Will intwine,
I for You- and Yours for mine.