Oh To Be Wise-Meditations

Oh Lord my hands are so callous from dead works that cannot feel my heart. With my own sweet and tears I have tilled the soil of my heart and bore nothing. I am barren with no fruit to call my own. Give me a word Lord not from my lips but from your Lips. Your Word never comes back void to you because your very Presence sustains it. Your Word is a seed that can go deep into my soul. Let it take root deep in me and bear me a righteous crop 100 fold into my life. May your Word produce much fruit in me that I can share your Word to others.