July 17, 2011 by stfrancisgirl
Lord, make wheat of me,
For tares are displeasing to Thee.
Let me be a seed with precious intent,
Knowing all things I should repent.
Daily watered by spiritual rain,
Your Word body is food by which I am sustained;
When I first saw the light of Your only Son,
I knew my life had begun.
Swaying to and fro in the wind,
I quiver, twist, and bend.
In faith knowing I’ll never break,
You’ve promised no more than we can take;
While tares will feel the flame and fire,
Your harvest of wheat will be singing in heaven’s choir;
Oh Lord, I pray, make wheat of me,
For tares are condemned to die in fire by Thee!