I Am A Well-Watered Garden

 I am a well-


watered garden, anointed by the Lord..

Preordained and chosen, to be strong and in accord.

My feet will not be shakened and my heart shall not faint..

For haply I worship and my song is not quaint.


Joy to my name, are the fields in the sun..

For of the seed of Abraham, I have already won.

A green olive tree, I am mighty in faith..

To thread upon scorpions and be welcomed at the gate.


Daughter of the Lord, I am crowned and arrayed..

To be more than a conqueror and rejoice and not fade.

A witness to the world, I am an oracle..

To shout from the rooftops, I am a miracle.


Precious as the Proverbs, I am called to be..

The righteous and remnant, for the world to see.

My flame is ever fanned and my heart is filled with love..

From the rising of the sun, I will rise up like a dove.


Upon the ransomed waters, I will sail and cast my net..

To awaken the ones who slumber, so meat they all can get.

A teller of great garners, my lips shall ever praise..

Abundantly in favour and happy is my gaze.


My prayer is stored in vials,  as incense before God..

My bones are all redeemed and stronger than a board.

Unto the vapours rising, I will always be blessed..

For God's peculiar treasure, is far above the rest.

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