A Little Litany to the Good Shepherd
In the clinging to the weeds,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the questioning of Your trellis,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the seemingly fruitless seasons,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the distrust of Your precise pruning,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the lies that need uprooting,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the fear of withering,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.
In the temptation to rush growth,
Tend to me, attentive Gardener.