God's Garden

As the flowers bloomed each day in every shape and size Many others have lost their way and no longer even realize The joy of just one flower standing amongst all those weeds For it is to that final hour as with the Glory of our faith leads Weeds are to be cast aside where they will eventually be burned Oh but how often a weed has tried to take what it hasn't earned As each day must also end, so first the weeding will be completed As to the flower I now attend as all the weeds have been defeated Tomorrow they again will grow but His Glory will remain the same Little do these weeds know the flower will never suffer such shame For it blooms in Gods Glory in only singing out with His Holy Praise Knowing the Son's whole story being warned of such wicked ways The flower sings to praise You and every weed has been laid aside Your Name Jesus, is True, though the wicked weeds continually tried They sit together amongst the pile just waiting so soon to be burned A life that is so filled with vile, a fate that you have completely earned 2 Timothy 2:16 - But shun profane [and] vain babblings: for they will increase unto more ungodliness. AMEN.