The Ground Beneath His Gaze

O Lord, look deep beneath the leaves,

Far past what eyes can see—

Turn over every hidden stone

And sift the dust of me.

For soil shifts slow with passing days,

As hearts grow hard from strife and care;

The thorns creep in without a sound,

And roots grow dull to prayer.

Break up the ground where pride has pressed

Its pathway firm and wide;

Let not the shallow places stay

Where seeds of truth cannot abide.

Let rain of mercy soften me,

Let light of love descend;

Let storms that shake the trembling stalk

Become the means You mend.

And when Your Word falls fresh again,

O plant it where You will—

Deep in the furrows of the soul

Made tender by Your till.

Lord, make me soil that multiplies,

Where grace grows wild and free—

And let the fruit You bear in me

Feed those who follow Thee.

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