‘Even when a tree is dying,
At the very scent of water…
It springs back to life.’
Just like this tree…so is this heart
I die each day I allow myself to live apart from You
Dying each time I fail to hear I die each day I allow myself to live apart from You
Dying each time I fail to hear Your voice in my head…steering my heart
…but at the very scent of You
At the touch of the hem of Your garment…
I’m made whole
I am sorry that the seasons during which I’m dying are sometimes far longer than we would like them to be
…and ever grateful, ever grateful that just by a touch…
Just by the scent of You…the living water
I spring back to life.
Please don’t give up on me…please don’t take this grace away from me
For just like this tree…so is this heart.