Grandpa's New Garden

GRANDPA’S NEW GARDEN My grandpa had a garden and loved to watch things grow; He kept it rich and fertile, and everyone I know Would comment on his garden, the vegetables and flowers, And how in it he labored for many joyful hours. And when he reaped the harvest, he shared it generously With those who came to purchase the things that you would see. The days kept swiftly passing, and grandpa now was old, But the stories of his garden were always new ones told. And then the Master Gardener decided it was time To plant him in His garden--to heaven he made his climb. Like seeds now in his garden my grandpa’s lying there, But I’m sure he is living up in those mansions fair. And somewhere by a garden he sits for endless days Admiring all its beauty and all its thornless ways. When I get up to heaven, I know just where I’ll go: Out to the nearest garden, for he’ll be there, I know. I know he won’t be digging and laboring long and hard, For he will be enthralled by this lush and fertile yard. And now and then his Saviour with smile will pass him by As he tends his new garden in his new home on high. Dedicated to Melodie M. Davis, Harrisonburg, VA.