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Mark 4

He is my gardner, He’s breaking down the hard ground And pulling out my weeds, He is diligent in his work As he plants his seeds. He wants them to get deep Down into my soul, To take root there So that I can grow. He is a diligent gardner He wants me to bear fruit, See, the seeds are His Word And the seeds are His Truth. The thorns and the weeds And the stony ground, Are wordly desires And Satan trying to hold me down. But I am determined To be a good gardner like he, So, I will sow his Word And live for thee! I will sleep each night Without fear, Without worries And without tears. For my faith has grown And I am strong with the Lord, I will reap what I have sown Great will be my reward! Amen!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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