Here's one for you

[markshaker]

Turn up my foul stony heart
So that Thy seed may fall
On soil good and supple for
Thy Word to be installed

For thorn and thistle weed and snare
Would bid my bloom of gold
To choke and never fully yield
A harvest hundred-fold

But with Thy plow of patient blade
I ask Thee Lord unmake
The granite slab of disbelief
My inner man hath laid

Unseal my ears and quicken them
So at Thy voice I may
Be counted in the faithful throng
Whose tender hearts obey

[markshaker]

any thoughts?

[Sweetlybroken]

It really reminds me of some of the 'songs' or poems in a book that I love called, Hinds Feet On High Places.

The Lord is the 'Master Garderner' of my heart.
Thanks for sharing.