Lord, cultivate me;
Make me effective for Your purposes.
Within me, Lord, You have planted the seeds,
Of beautiful flowers and sweet fruits.
Deep within me these seeds sprout,
And dig ever upward toward the surface.
But, Lord, let my heart not grow hard,
Lest I hinder these seedlings unto death;
Let Your showers of blessing fall on me,
And soften the hardpan of fear and shame.
Let the light of Your Sun shine on me,
And beckon the sprouts toward Your warmth,
Until the day they finally taste the air,
And reach, and bud, and bloom,
And unveil beautiful, vibrant petals,
Painted with all the colours of Your glory.
Then, with my flowers You will adorn Your table,
And with my fruits You will feed Your saints.
Let the splendor of Your garden,
Be an invitation to the lost and the weary.
Let its sweet fragrance drift upon the four winds,
Calling all who would gather in Your presence,
And hear tell of Your great deliverance,
And rest in Your loving arms.