I fall on my knees before the tattered, ripped veil in holy adoration of my Lord and King. Access to Your very heart is my soul’s desire. To be covered by Your perfect sacrifice is grace immeasurable. Who am I, Lord, that You would extend such an invitation to me? Who am I that You would make a way for me to return home? Such gratitude of worship makes my desert heart blossom into a garden once again. Salvation’s fragrance permeates my soul with the joy of sweet assurance. Yet, I am still in need of growth, Lord. I am still unrefined, prime to be choked by the weeds of this world’s tempting influence. May Your Word be the hedge that guards my thoughts. May Your love be the soil within which every new idea is planted. Lord Jesus, let nothing grow within me that is not carefully cultivated by Your Spirit’s influence. Pull out everything that threatens growth within the garden of my soul. Your heavenly presence is the rain that moistens the ground of my heart. Your holy Word is the light that draws out truth’s blossoms. Your pervading Spirit is the inspiration for growth that give life to everything You have planted within me. Under the Word of inspiration in John 15:1-3 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I bow in humble prayer.
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