A Tender Plant of His Righteousness

Like a tender plant
He plants me
In His vineyard, His kingdom.
He has already cleared the land,
Pulled out the roots of sin's decay,
And the thorns that attempt to invade...

He paid a heavy price to win this battle,
This victory that destroyed the authority and power of anger, fear, greed, and so on...
Yes, He wiped out these inhabitants,
And rescued me
A tender plant of His righteousness,
A tender plant of His grace.
He made me new, gave me a new start.

His love nourished my plant,
Causing my roots to extend down,
Into the bottomless well of living water.
His love poured out its blessing of Sonlight favor and grace.
And my plant began to bloom
And fruit became plentiful
As His favor and glory surrounded me...

My plant began to be an influence in the land
Because of the excellent care of the Gardener.
It produced seed and became nourishment itself to many more.
Only because of the Gardener,
The One who planted, cleared the land, paid the price, nourished and cared for my plant...
Was this possible.

The One who rescued me
Did all the work,
Provided everything I needed to grow and prosper.
Protected me from the trespassers who wanted to steal, kill and destroy...

So well, so tenderly, so uprightly with justice and grace,
He takes care of me.

Only You, God, can rescue a tiny weak plant,
Plant it and provide for it in such a way that it can blossom and grow
And display Your goodness to many others!