Gardener of my Soul

Be the Gardener of my Soul
By Richard Foster

Spirit of the Living God, be the Gardener of my soul.

For so long I have been waiting, silent and still –

experiencing a winter of the soul.

But now, in the strong name of Jesus Christ, I dare to ask:
Clear away the dead growth of the past,
Break up the hard clots of custom and routine,
Stir in the rich compost of vision and challenge,
Bury deep in my soul the implanted Word,
Cultivate and water and tend my heart,
Until new life buds and opens and flowers.
Amen