A Special Garden
We softly shine
Within the storms of time,
Truth told my mom a sweet song
For each important vine ~
A gentlewoman plants
Her special garden roots,
By, His sacred hand…
To climb as joyful blooms
Sprouting with love and life
As fruitful breaths from Him;
Believer’s spring as protected
Children, formed of His understanding,
Together we thrive to follow
A goodly path…
Rose through peace,
To live, listen and walk
Emerged for the way of I AM
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