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My Garden
My garden is a place for me
to step away from reality.
For there I walk with such great care,
And the plants so softly meet me there.
When spring's in warming gentle site,
I stir the ground and weeds I fight.
Pull back the dead and dying winter,
To see sprouts of love my garden enter.
Oh, with God's loving helping hand,
I am Blessed to view the slender strand
through soft cool ground anxiously waiting,
the cover of beauty in Gods creating.
So thank you Lord, for giving to me,
this little glimpse of eternity!
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