Pruned and purged

Just wanted to share something that I came across this week- to anyone who is being pruned this season :)

It's from the book "Hinds' Feet on High Places" by Hannah Hurnard:

"I am my Love's and He is mine,

And this is His desire,

That with His beauty I may shine

In radiant attire.

And this will be - when all of me

Is pruned and purged with fire.

Come, my Beloved, let us go

Forth to the waiting field;

And where They choicest fruit trees grow,

Thy pruning knife now wield

That at Thy will and through Thy skill

Their richest store may yield.

And spices give a sweet perfume,

And vines show tender shoots,

And all my trees burst forth in bloom,

Fair buds from bitter roots.

There will not I my love deny,

But yield Thee pleasant fruits."

(Cant. 7:10-13)