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.
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2015
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