A Garden of the LORD

“When the worst happens in the life of a child of God, the best remains.”

Corrie ten Boom in the sermon: Field Under Heavenly Construction

 

Isaiah 58:11 HCSB

The Lord will always lead you, satisfy you in a parched land, and strengthen your bones. You will be like a watered garden and a spring whose waters never run dry.

 

 

Isaiah 51:3 (NIV)

The LORD will surely comfort Zion and will look with compassion on all her ruins; he will make her deserts like Eden, her wastelands like the garden of the LORD. Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the sound of singing.

A Garden of the LORD

 

I choose

Behold

You, my Joy

And my Delight.

 

It’s at Your feet, I rest

A garden closed 

A spring yet locked 

A fountain sealed.

 

Living streams 

Within me flow

Gurgling strong 

I wait.

 

I know You here 

Even as the shame

And pain each beckon, call

I hear Your Voice here still.

 

Your cloud upon me rests

I know My Father’s Voice 

And hear

You call.

 

It’s as the ark

Before me moves 

Rise up, oh Lord 

I hear them cry!

 

May Your enemies

Be scattered!

May Your foes 

Flee before You!

 

Awake, North Wind!

And come, O South Wind!

Blow upon my garden here

Let its spices flow.

 

I have waited

For only You

My heart has yearned

Your call to hear.

 

Crashing as the waves

I hear the rushing wind

Breathe in storms

My soul You stirr awake.

 

It’s there the waters

And the rivers rise

And yet 

You’re with me here.

 

They shall

Not sweep me up

Nor shall I

Be moved.

 

For the word 

Of my testimony  

And the blood of the Lamb

Upon me rests.

 

None can deliver 

Nor snatch from Your hand

For when You act

Who can reverse Your mighty plan?

 

Oh yes the waves have come

As spring and fountain break within

But only healing rain

Comes gushing strong.

 

For You are He who gives

Rain for seed You sow

Rich and plenteous

Shall here the harvest be.

 

For it’s here my cries release

And my Father hears

And answers me

My tears in rivers sow.

 

For here upon this Holy ground

Upon the tear-stained earth 

My Redeemer 

His foundation lays.

 

Each Word He speaks

In truth fulfills:

“Let it be rebuilt 

Its foundations laid.

 

“For I am He

Who blots out every sin

Come let us review your past 

Let us argue together.

 

“Holy Spirit sealed

Woven in your mother’s womb

You’re called and chosen

Appointed, Mine.

 

“In sheaves of joy

You shall here return

Your eyes upon Me fixed 

And hands in worship raised

 

“Behold your deserts

My Eden have become

Your wastelands

 The Garden of Your LORD.”

 

 

Father God, today, I pray that this testimony and poem You have given me to share would encourage those who are struggling to see Your fingerprints. Remind them that You are always, always working for our good.

 

Thank You that every Promise in Your Word is steadfast and true. Father, I ask You to speak or sing a very specific Promise over each child of Yours who visits this page. Father, let them not leave here without hearing Your Voice. Let them not leave here without seeing Your hand at work in their lives through the Word You speak to them.

 

Thank You that Your Word is living and active, sharper than a two-edged sword and able to divide unto the very marrow of our being. Open the eyes of our hearts to see You and our ears to hear You.

 

Thank You for Your reassurance in Ephesians 2:8 (MSG) that:

 

Saving is all [Your] idea, and all [Your] work. All we do is trust [You] enough to let [You] do it. It’s [Your] gift from start to finish!

Thank You, that You will fulfill Your purpose for us; Your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of Your hands. (Psalm 138:8 ESV). Thank You that in Christ we are a new creation and the old is gone and the new has come (2 Corinthians 5:17). Unveil this new in us today.

Humble us beneath Your mighty hand that we may be able to look back and no longer see our pain and our shame, but only Your goodness and mercy leading us home. Call us to repentance daily in Your kindness, LORD, that we may find comfort and shelter in the safety and strength of Your arms. Use what the enemy meant to harm us to bring life and life abundant not just for us, but many more. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

 

 

Song of Songs 8:5-7 (NIV)

Friends

Who is this coming up from the wilderness
leaning on her beloved?

She

Under the apple tree I roused you;
there your mother conceived you,
there she who was in labor gave you birth.
Place me like a seal over your heart,
like a seal on your arm;
for love is as strong as death,
its jealousy[a] unyielding as the grave.
It burns like blazing fire,
like a mighty flame.[b]
Many waters cannot quench love;
rivers cannot sweep it away.
If one were to give
all the wealth of one’s house for love,
it[c] would be utterly scorned.

Footnotes:

  1. Song of Songs 8:6 Or ardor
  2. Song of Songs 8:6 Or fire, / like the very flame of the Lord
  3. Song of Songs 8:7 Or he

“A garden of the LORD is walled around by grace, planted by instruction, visited by love, weeded by heavenly discipline and guarded by divine power. Our soul is favored and prepared to yield fruit unto the glory of God.”

Corrie ten Boom in the sermon: Field Under Heavenly Construction

 

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