A Fruitful Spirit

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

Galations 5:22-23



I have studied and learned of the spirits fruit
Inviting the Holy Spirit in me to take root
How He inhabits my heart, mind and soul
Filling each crevice, each empty hole.

These fruit He inspires, they number nine
And with his Spirit my heart entwined
The seeds have been planted, in me He has sown
With roots going deep, toward heaven I’ve grown

The first and greatest of these I hold most dear
Through trial and challenge I will persevere
It is true sacrifice and all it entails
Because through Him, Love never fails

In brokenness my Savior restores my soul
With praise and worship my God I extol
I will still celebrate with great delight
His Joy cometh, by dawn’s first light

The King of Kings and Lord of Lords
To me a wondrous gift He affords
More precious is this than earthly jewels
My fear dies away, His Peace rules.

Inspired by hope this virtue endures
Letting go of the past, in His word I mature
With forgiveness this tranquility equates
For it’s only by His Mercy, Patience waits

In my soul a nurturing spirit grows
My Savior’s compassion overwhelmingly flows
Genuine concern for others it renders
My heart, I pray, His Kindness tenders

I want to be actively spent, to be a bright light
Satisfied and strengthened in the darkest of night
Sowing seeds of the gospel where evil once was
Because God is good and His Goodness “does”

A warrior I stand with my shield held firm
God is always with me, His Word it affirms
My sword drawn in battle, my confidence ignites
Through what life brings, with Him Faith fights

I trust him completely, my God most high
I ask for His grace, on bended knee I draw nigh
In submission to His will, to what He allows
I pray for a humble spirit, for Gentleness bows

Last but not least is the building of walls
Around heart, mind and spirit when temptation calls
When evil surrounds to my knees I will drop
By the Holy Spirit’s power, Self-control stops

His love keeps me buoyant, my vessel afloat
My faith is my compass, God anchors my boat.
In the contest of life I can watch or I can run
But for victory in Jesus, I must yield to the Son.


By Sandy Ott
November 8, 2007