Life is a garden, planted by the Lord.
Each day’s new blooms are yesterday’s reward.
The Lord gives seed to the sower; by his word we are fed.
Daily learning of tools; available as he said.
Time spent in prayer is our best cultivator.
As we dig, our hearts turn to our savior.
With tools from his word the soil is tended.
Weeds, uprooted by the Spirit as our resolve is mended.
As our mouth speaks his word, it’s rain for our faith.
Hearing and believing, growing strong in his embrace.
Fresh blooms awaken and new buds appear.
Press on to the harvest, our reaping time is near.
Hold fast to his teachings and hearken to his voice.
He’s inspecting our garden, will our harvest be choice?
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