Father God, Your nearness is emblematic of Your magnificent love. My heart is tethered to You. My soul drawn to You because You have planted within me the seeds of faith. Within the hard and fallow ground of my life, You have sown seeds of truth after carefully preparing my heart by weeding it of deception. Let me be ever grateful for the touch of Your hands, for the tilling and pruning You do with great care and love. Jesus, You are my planter, my vinedresser, the holy gardener that truly owns the landscape of my soul. Only Your words of life can water me. Only Your gracious love can grow me. Let me remain un-moistened by the temptations of this world. Father, You are the supplier of my needs, the only One who can satisfy my parched soul. I look to You for the perpetual sustenance of my life. In humble thanksgiving I recognize the beauty of Your preservation in the storm, of Your protection against evil’s clutches. The jaws of the enemy may snap too close for my own comfort, but You will not allow me to be devoured. The sickle of darkness may be poised, ready to strike the ground of my heart with a fatal reaping, but You, my Savior, have restrained the hand of death. Jesus, Your cross has become my preservation. May Your magnificent wings cover me with Yourself so that I continue to grow in the light of Your love. Under the Word of truth given in Isaiah 5:1-2 and the authority of Christ, I bow in prayer.

I will sing for the One I love
    a song about His vineyard:
My loved one had a vineyard
    on a fertile hillside.
He dug it up and cleared it of stones
    and planted it with the choicest vines.
He built a watchtower in it.
Isaiah 5:1-2, NIV