The Garden



My heart was like a desert

with a lot of barrenness there

until the gardener came and tilled

and started His work with care.


He sowed the seeds of beauty

each one endlessly

he never seemed to tire

and worked each day on bended knee.


The ground was hard and tough

as he turned it in his hands,

he would whisper to the soil

for you I have some plans,

someday a beautiful garden

I promise you will be

this soil will be  moist and rich

just wait and you will see.

The things that will come forth

from the planting of my hand

you cannot even imagine

the vastness of my plan.


It’s for this very purpose

that I work on bended knee

to make in you a garden

that all the world will see!



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