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Secret Garden


Guard the garden that's the genesis of my being
The secret place where you formed me
Guard my silence and solitude with you
That's where you're doing a deep work of making me whole and Holy
It's a privilege to be alone with you Jesus teach me to treasure You 
You alone sit with me in the garden of my heart 
And You yearn and delight to be with me
May my wayward heart yearn for you and delight in you
You wait gently to tend to the garden of my heart
You violently uproot anything that obstructs our love and intimacy
You want nothing to interrupt and put out the fire and pure passion of our communion
You are jealous over the affections of my heart
Like a bridegroom over the heart of His bride
You alone are worthy of this wholehearted devotion
Give me a heart that is purely devoted to you
No one else knows me the way you do
Nothing else can fix the mess in this garden
Teach me to rejoice when you prune and uproot
Father, you are the perfect gardener
You're making this garden beautiful to reflect your glory
It's your work from genesis to revelation 
You get down deep into the mess
You put your hands into the dirt and breathe your life into it to fashion me in your perfect image
Your love is relentless and your work is deep to uproot all lies and fears
You have planted a tree deep amid this garden
A tree of Life that has absorbed all my guilt and shame
Jesus, you're the tree deeply rooted in my garden
Where lies and fears are all finished
And every thought bows down in surrender to your love and tear you shed in the garden of Gethsemane
You understand my suffering like no one else does 
And you bore it all and made it yours on that tree
And in exchange, you gave me your divine and Holy life
As I behold You in every chaos and storm
With every gaze, I see your eyes burning with love and holiness
You till the hardness of my heart and make it tender to plant your love
You are quick to my rescue to heal and save me
My roots are growing deeper in your love
I am undone and burst in awe of your love as you call me in the deepest part of my being
You call me- Holy and wholly mine 




 

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