Prune

Prune away the thorns of my heart

Break off the branches of death

Remove the weeds trying to choke me

Pull of the dead leaves so new can grow

Point out the changes needed in me

Help me to grow into who You say I am

Strengthen my roots into Your Word

May Your promises be my sustenance

As you rain down your goodness upon me

Let it drown out the enemy's lies and schemes

What sweetness it is to trust in You

Pour out Your love and mercy on me

That it may water my thirsty longing soul  

Allow my needy heart to rely on Your Son

May I be grounded in all that You are

Firmly planted by Your holy streams

Streams of eternal life and righteousness 

Let all that I am glorify You my King

May my fruit bring you glory and honor

Love and peace be the definition of my heart

You alone are the maker of all things

So allow me the opportunity to grow in You

May I look more like You and less like me