Fields of plenty are mine to adore
And blessings surround me, of this I am sure
Fed from the True Vine for evermore
All this because I opened the door
The door of my heart, where I heard a knocking
And who was without – the sovereign, divine King
Oh! He has entered for me, my very heart’s asking
Brought His Word to my life and now I can sing
Sing of His wondrous works done for me
Sing for He’s made me His for all eternity
Sing when I’m joyous or in sorrow on bended knee
Sing of His righteousness He fastened to that tree
On that tree that was laden with His misery of mocking
Little flowers lay waiting to soak up His loving
And where the blood was poured with bruising and hurting
Sprung up precious fields of plenty for me, all believing
© 2012 – present Liana Wendy Howarth
Please listen to this beautiful song (thanks Doug for recommending)
Dearest Heavenly Father,
I pray that the True Vine (Jesus) wrap around and protect our family tree.
Lift us and place us beside streams of Living Water.
And may every leaf (Thy precious word) upon the True Vine hold sweet healings for each life in this tree.
May Your strength hold us amidst the storms of life.
May Your peace settle upon each decision we need to make.
May Your love flow in and through each heart.
Each battered heart.
Each hurting heart.
Each heart that doesn’t even know there is trouble.
Each heart that doesn’t know and acknowledge You.
And may the fragrance of Your love envelop us.
May Thy joy and not the world’s joy fill us … sustain us.
And Your hope … keep us.
In the mighty Name of Jesus,
My prayer for each family.
Winding through this heart of mine,
Satin ribbons, scarlet ribbons and twine;
Ribbons of softness, compassion and love,
Roughened, dry twine trying to choke the True Vine.
Flowing freely, bringing life with each thread,
Ribbons entwining my life,
when I dread;
Of battles that rage and fight deep within,
Wrap ribbons of kindness round my favoured head.
Oh! Wrap the ribbons round my fam-ily,
Wrap scarlet ribbons through our lives of need;
Wrap the ribbons and hold us securely,
Safe in Your presence, forevermore, surely.
(in “Fragrance from the Spring”)