Prayer of Prose

Lord, Sweet and Precious Savior. Water my Garden. Give me moisture from Heaven—for by your Spirit I am refreshed and Renewed. You are the glue that holds me together. You are the fertilizer that nourishes me to the root. You planted seeds of hope in the deepest parts of me. You lead me and caused me to explore and find the floor of my heart—causing me to discover the depths within.

I am quieted by the noise of your waterfall. Cascade over me. I am a Bloom in your Garden, grafted into your Tree carefully and intentionally.

How grateful I am, Lord, that you picked me. Amen

Some days all we can do is praise and I think that’s just how it’s meant to be. Our hearts whole focus on the One who died for me. He died for you, too.

"You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.” John 15:16