Thursday, July 21, 2011

In My Father’s Garden



In my Father’s garden

there is a tree

whose branches now bow low,

soon to become sweet harvest

made bountiful by my Brother’s hand.

His eye knew what was not seen by others.

His pruning and grafting have afforded

increase and beauty.

My gaze is held in wonder

as prolific blossoms

have now multiplied,

a bountiful and sweeter harvest to be had.

My Brother has made a way,

and the fruits of His labor will be seen.


 Ro 11:17 If some of the branches have been broken off, and you, though a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in among the others and now share in the nourishing sap from the olive root,
Ro 11:18 do not boast over those branches. If you do, consider this: You do not support the root, but the root supports you.
Ro 11:19 You will say then, “Branches were broken off so that I could be grafted in.” Ro 11:20 Granted. But they were broken off because of unbelief, and you stand by faith. Do not be arrogant, but be afraid. Ro 11:21 For if God did not spare the natural branches, he will not spare you either. Ro 11:22 Consider therefore the kindness and sternness of God: sternness to those who fell, but kindness to you, provided that you continue in his kindness. Otherwise, you also will be cut off. Ro 11:23 And if they do not persist in unbelief, they will be grafted in, for God is able to graft them in again. Ro 11:24 After all, if you were cut out of an olive tree that is wild by nature, and contrary to nature were grafted into a cultivated olive tree, how much more readily will these, the natural branches, be grafted into their own olive tree!