All bloom in Christ’s grace at their own pace,
Some swift, some slow, through seasons yet unfurled,
A graceless heart marks stunted, barren space,
A soul un-grown in Jesus, Lord of worlds.
So lift a prayer for those who lag behind,
For lavish grace, once given, richly flows,
A tide unseen, yet mighty to unbind,
To drench their lives where arid hardness grows.

In time, His wealth, a golden mercy’s stream,
Will soak their roots, a flood no drought can stay,
Then freely they’ll pour out that costly gleam,
The grace our Savior sows in patient sway.
With love unbound, He bends to all who kneel,
Who turn, believe, receive His holy spark—
Through faith, His richness makes the graceless heal,
A flourishing gift from Christ’s eternal ark.