Come, let us tend the garden of my heart, You, to whom
it belongs.
Though it tarries yet, Your word remains
‘neath the soil of my inmost being.
The early rains and the late rains shall be pleased to make their way from heaven;
my harvest shall yield its increase
to You, my Beloved, You to whom it belongs.
to You, my Beloved, You to whom it belongs.
I do not wane in the waiting, but set my face upon Jerusalem.
Come, let us tend the garden of my heart, You, to whom it
belongs.
Hebrews 6:7; James 5:7-11; Psalm 85:12; Habakkuk 2:3-4
