“Be the gardener of my heart, tend the soil of my soul…”
Whenever I hear this chorus, my heart is pulled into the place of prayer. It begins softly, and crescendos as I am reminded of the reality of my weakness, the depth of my sin, and the overwhelming, neverending love of the Father; this love that is made perfect in our weakness.
May we walk humbly, and let Him tend to our hard hearts and needy souls.
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