Jesus: Heart Soil

Hereupon, my little heart    

Bend your tendrils all about

Cling now with incessant meekness

To His kindness to the weakest

Child poor in loving well

Soul untrained & full of hell

Still He ever shows you favor

Teaches life how sweet to savor

Brings you up upon His knee

Shows you how love ought to be

Brings you through the days & nights

Carries you o'er the hills & heights

Lights your way with joys from Eden

Whispers still the words worth heeding:

"Come to Me, I'll give you rest.  In knowing Me, you're truly blessed."