Once upon a time, a weed wore a mask. The mask was a flower. The weed was still a weed. The weed fooled others. But not God. Finally, the weed understood. It thought, “I need to be a flower for real. Only here can I make an amazing difference to the world!”

Good morning dear root I say.

How are you today?

Are you growing God’s way?

Let me check, I hear it say,

I know Jesus is the Way.

Were my seeds planted in good soil?

Or were my seeds in carnal turmoil?

As a root, I check what’s what.

Is Jesus at the top?

Meaning if He’s not,

I need to stop.

I need to pray.

I need to say, I plant a brand new way.

But first, I check my heart.

Hey, but stop I say today.

Your root has no heart, Ok?

A heart I do not have.

The root replies.

But I know your heart,

The one that cries.

For this heart, your

Saviour died!

Your heart that breaks apart

When Jesus Christ is put last.

Your right I say.

Jesus is the way!

I am Helen Olenjin.

Today and always!

I am on the way!

I am seeing roots today.

What can you teach me, I hear myself say.

I am a child of God.

Don’t go away.

God help me not to go astray.

Wait.

I pause.

I hear a knock at the door.

The door is in my heart.

It’s a still small voice.

It whispers

Make a fresh start.

I stop and pray.

Then I hear the root say

I am just a root.

Check your own fruit!

Is it pure and clean?

Is your soul pristine?

So I begin again.

I know that Jesus reigns.

I am Helen Olenjin.

Life is not a game.

I do not like fake fruit.

And I must check the root.

Is Jesus at the top?

Or is my life a big fat flop?

Am I a plant that looks like Groot?

But at the root, there’s bitter fruit.

A root that’s sick

Can build no bricks.

Instead it’s sand and very bland.

The wise man built his house upon a rock.

The foolish man was only sand!

His roots were weak.

Jesus was last.

He didn’t pray.

He didn’t fast.

He only built worldly chaff.

He only wore a mask.

Ohhh, that’s fake I cried. But Jesus died!

That’s real and true. Aye, aye the root replied.

Don’t put Jesus last.

In this place is no mask.

He sets you free

To be yourself.

And follow Him

Unlike the shelf.

Think before you act.

Are you fake in sinful pacts?

If you are, no time for cake!

It’s time to make a fresh new state.

Surrender your whole beating heart.

Time is short.

You must start.

When you do, you plant again.

This time, God plants

And then it rains.

His seeds start small

But pure are they

And all too soon

you shout Hurray!

Praise God!

I see fruit!

Jesus is the holy root!

From the root grows

Light and salt

Only then, the fakeness halts!

Helen Olenjin replies,

Praise God, my Jesus died!

Now I run from roots that die.

Today I choose to never thirst

And I drink His waters

On His turf.

I never bury all the worst

As only then comes the curse.

Instead, I confess and pull the roots

On toxic plants and sinful shoots.

Then my heart plants again

With the Son

In God’s rain.

At last, my soul is set free again!

From sinful roots and carnality.

I hold God’s hand, I’m finally free.

I bow my head.

I’m fully healed.

And suddenly

My spirit kneels.

I lift my head

A breakthrough comes.

The chains break free

My Saviour comes.

I see him with a red red rose

His blood and beauty

Never cold.

He holds it out

It’s just for me.

I cry and say

You’ve set me free.

I thank You Lord

For loving me.

You healed my life

And bent my knee.

Don’t you see Him loving me?

He will heal yours

He did for me.

It’s time to plant

But watch your seeds.

There are good and bad

For all to see.

Unwrap your soul

And unwrap fast.

Jesus will come soon.

Time will soon pass.

In your new state

A new covering will come.

The blood of the Lamb

The only true Son.