Lord, my heart is an open field ready for the planting of Your loving truth. Cultivate the hard ground that resists You until I yield to the upturning of all my failures. Shatter my illusion of control that produces a hardness which keeps Your plow from sowing the soil in my soul. Rattle me with conviction that produces tears to wet the inner places which need to be watered. Weed me, Lord Jesus. I invite You to upset everything I have planted in selfishness. I Invite You to bruise and break my rebellious tendencies so that the reward of Your beautiful inheritance is planted within me by virtue of Your Holy Spirit. Open up the ground within my being to find growth beneath the light of Your grace. Bring life back to the garden that is dead in my heart because it has too long been denied the living water of truth. Grow me, mature me and let Your will flourish in my life. Let the grand prophecy set down before time began be realized through the resurrection power latent in my soul but brought to realization at the touch of my heavenly gardener’s hands. Enter the garden of my soul because it belongs to You, Jesus. Under the Word of John 15:1-3 and the authority of Christ, I pray.
I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener.
He cuts off every branch of Mine that doesn’t produce fruit,
and He prunes the branches that do bear fruit
so they will produce even more.
You have already been pruned and purified
by the message I have given you.
John 15:1-3, NLT