Jesus, I know You’ve done more than Your share
Sowing and planting, You’ve taken such care
To prune and to water
When no one would bother
Others can’t look inside me
And see all that you see.
For Your unending love
And grace from above
Reach out to embrace me
And guide me to vict’ry.
You called me, dear Jesus
May I do what pleases.
Unlike the plants in Isaiah 5
Though cared for quite well, were barely alive,
The fruit that they yielded was wild and so sour
It had no flavor, no life and no power.
I pray, Lord, that the fruit of my life
Be rich and pleasing in Your sight
Be sweeter than honey to the taste
My life is Yours – not mine to waste!
Written January 1993
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