My Lifes Garden
My life is like a garden,
A garden belonging to my Father;
I am the caretaker and he is the Master.
My Master gives me instructions and guidelines
As how to care for this garden,
How to nurture it that it may yield much.
I must care for it that it may be perfected and rich in beauty.
The more I tend to my garden and do as He says,
The more it continues to grow, season to season.
My garden is full in beauty,
With towering trees offering shade for comfort,
Fragrant flowers to enrich the senses,
Crystal waters refreshing and sweet
With fruits and vegetables for nourishment.
This garden is much like my life.
Rich in love, family and friends,
Growing season to season in knowledge.
My Father refreshes me with His love,
And nourishes me through His word.
But as with any garden there are many weeds.
These weeds such as sin, enemies and tribulations,
Need to be plucked with the help of my Master.
Some weeds will continue to sprout up,
When I wander and forget.
I will then bow before my Master,
Ask Him to help me tend this garden of life
That He has given to me.
Only with my Master can I have a perfected garden.
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