Fall Clean Up Time
It's fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for You.
Is this a mirror of my life, dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?
Now as I pull the banefull weeds and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgement day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.
lWon a no. 1 in Brian's contest
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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