A Garden

In a season of my own Gethsemane, You planted a garden in my heart. The world now blooms around me with the rich treasures of faith, if I keep my eyes fixed and open to see. From every place of pressing there flows a fountain of oil- I want to continually drip with it. My heart burns with love for you- I want to be overflowing. It’s all for You, my Beloved, because You said it’s all for me. Fill my eyes with Your revelation-light, so I can see you face to face, and know You intimately.