I walk with you through the neglected garden
Even with you, I'm at a loss to start-
I feel ashamed at the derelict state
The weeds and bramble outnumber the vines
Overgrown and overwhelming
Help me comb through and untangle the negativity
Discern, 'where is the healthy vine, where is the knotted pain?'
What must go, what must remain?
Together, we'll bring restoration
Trimmed and fruitful vines
Renewed silence and healed pain
Help me reclaim and take ownership for what is mine
but My own vineyard I have not kept -Song of Songs 1:6
