Cassidy Smith
lying dormant underneath the trees
watching closely through the leaves
I am waiting for
the Gardener
who will shape the flaws in me
tangled vines are all a mess
scratching limbs is pain's caress
how I want to breathe
unravel me
You can have my every "yes"
oh, how my heart cries out
for Your careful hand on me
You may walk my fields and streams
wander with me
growing toward my far-out plea
through the brick and stony sea
I am searching for
the Gardener
who will save the good in me
who will be my living spring
oh, how my heart cries out
for Your careful hand on me
You may walk my fields and streams
wander with me
prune me
shear me
cut this world from my branches
shape me
make me Yours
hold me
keep me
like a delicate bud in your palm
mold me
make me Yours
oh, how my heart cries out
for Your careful hand on me
You may walk my fields and streams
wander with me