The Root

How deep’s the root of holiness we seek,
Beyond the words our lips might speak?
Like branches in his garden strong yet meek?
Am I planted firm in sacred ground,
Or chasing treasures yet unfound?

In Christ, my Anchor firm and sure,
Positionally, I’m held secure,
In Jesus, my Savior, heart made pure.
To tend the garden with utmost care.
Is to pray unceasing, heart laid bare,

He bore my sins, my debt erased,
By His great love, my life’s embraced.
Found righteous in the faith I’ve placed.
A life invested, grows rich with fruit,
Reveals the strength of holiness’ root.

He stands as my Advocate, my plea,
He is my atonement for eternity.
Salvation proclaimed on Calvary’s tree.
Yet here on earth, my roots must grow,
Through soil enriched by truth I know.

I’m sealed by his holy Name I wear
Born anew, Indwelled his spirit I bear.
For judgment day, I needn’t prepare.
For the day of harvest, my soul is set,
This truth, my joy, my safety net.

Yet daily life demands the fight,
Do I seek His Word, His guiding light,
Or stumble blindly in the night?
Each thought must bow, each path converge,
To Living Water’s holy surge.

Though grace abounds when we fall short,
It’s holiness we must exhort.
I’m called to strive, not just consort.
For though perfection’s out of reach,
His love and Spirit ever teach.

Not just for judgment’s final stand,
But here, to live as He has planned.
The Gardener’s hands shape all I am,
Seek first His kingdom, truth, and grace,
And let Him fill each sacred space.