Dedicated to every sincere follower of Jesus Christ who longs to walk worthy of their calling, bearing the beautiful fruit of the Holy Spirit and reflecting the very likeness of our Savior to a watching world.

In Eden restored where the Spirit breathes life,

Where the heart is the vineyard and Christ is the vine,

Ten virtues unfurl in celestial light,

The jewels of redemption, eternally shine.

Love blazes foremost, a crimson-gold fire,

That consumes every grudge like dry stubble at morn;

It leaps over mountains of malice and ire,

And carries the cross till the veil is reborn.

Joy springs unbounded, a lark in the blue,

A fountain of dawn breaking prison of night;

It sings through the valley where shadows pursue,

And turns every thorn into garlands of light.

Peace rules serene as a sapphire throne,

Unmoved by the thunder that shatters the sky;

It stills the wild sea with a whisper alone,

And bids the heart anchor where tempests pass by.

Patience stands granite, a sentinel tall,

Carved deep by the chisel of suffering’s art;

It drinks the slow cup till the bitter grows small,

And waits for the harvest with unwavering heart.

Kindness descends like soft rain on the plain,

A silver-thread mercy that kisses the dust;

It lifts up the fallen, it heals every stain,

And scatters its blossoms where hearts turn to rust.

Goodness gleams noble, a chalice of sun,

Poured out without measure on just and unjust;

It feeds the poor beggar, it shelters the one

Who wanders in darkness and longs for pure trust.

Faithfulness towers, a beacon of flame,

That pierces the fog on the mariner’s sea;

Unshaken, unswerving, it calls forth His name,

A covenant fortress where souls are set free.

Gentleness treads with the grace of the dove,

A velvet-winged whisper that soothes the wild storm;

It breaks not the reed nor quenches faint love,

But mends every fracture and makes the heart warm.

Self-control captains with sword forged of light,

Reining passions that rear like black stallions untamed;

A garden enclosed where pure order takes flight,

And beauty reigns sovereign, forever unblamed.

Humility last, yet the root and the crown,

A low-lying meadow where heaven draws near;

It bows like the lily when tempests bear down,

And lifts every virtue to glory’s frontier.

These ten are the blocks that the Master employs

To build living temples of radiant grace;

In every true follower His image deploys,

Till pilgrims behold Jesus’ face in their face.

O soul, let them ripen beneath heaven’s gaze,

Till orchards of glory your pathway adorn;

Then souls shall be drawn to their Savior anew,

Beholding His image alive within you.