Growing

By Denise Tucker

Lord,

I am

a tender plant

within

Thy vineyard.

I yearn

to be fully grown,

but I see

I cannot reach

up

alone.

With thy Blazing Sun,

warm

my heart.

With thy eternal light,

whiten

my thoughts.

With thy mighty wind,

blow away

my fears.

With thy pure rain,

cleanse

my spirit.

Then,

when the weeding

and feeding

are done,

watch closely, dear Father,

for my harvest to come.