I pray that in my heart and life, God Almighty may find a garden of His own planting, where He can talk with me in the cool of the day.
Let my "winter of adversity" grow submissiveness and patience and prayer.
Let my "spring of promise" abound in hope.
Let my "summer of attainment" show the blossoms of thanksgiving and humility.
Let my "autumn of fruit" be dedicated to God's glory and praise.
Let my "winter of adversity" grow submissiveness and patience and prayer.
Let my "spring of promise" abound in hope.
Let my "summer of attainment" show the blossoms of thanksgiving and humility.
Let my "autumn of fruit" be dedicated to God's glory and praise.
I would acquire skill in the horticulture of the heart by meditating much in His Book, by sincere communing with Himself, by keeping company with my Master's friends, and by kissing His chastening rod.
I must reverence God's hedges: the restraints of His providence, the warnings of His Word, the bounds imposed by an enlightened conscience, the forbiddings of the Holy Spirit. I must have no wish for the profane wasteland outside.
If the garden of the soul is to maintain beauty and fragrance must not the waters of my spiritual life be constantly renewed? Must I not return daily to the Well from which the living streams flow ever forth?
There should be no weeds in the garden of a regenerated life. May the Lord the Spirit fill me to overflowing, that my holiness may be spontaneous, enthusiastic, exuberant--not fettered and checked by the weeds of sin.
So I shall walk in peace and pleasantness; and in the garden God will talk with me.
I must reverence God's hedges: the restraints of His providence, the warnings of His Word, the bounds imposed by an enlightened conscience, the forbiddings of the Holy Spirit. I must have no wish for the profane wasteland outside.
If the garden of the soul is to maintain beauty and fragrance must not the waters of my spiritual life be constantly renewed? Must I not return daily to the Well from which the living streams flow ever forth?
There should be no weeds in the garden of a regenerated life. May the Lord the Spirit fill me to overflowing, that my holiness may be spontaneous, enthusiastic, exuberant--not fettered and checked by the weeds of sin.
So I shall walk in peace and pleasantness; and in the garden God will talk with me.
Song of Solomon 4:12 ... A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed.
Song of Solomon 6:2 ... My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
Song of Solomon 4:16 ... Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits.❤
