Next To a Hut of Grass

A little garden blooms Next to a hut of grass As impotent clouds silently looms Under a sky of brass The garden is green and lush Next to a hut of grass And tomato cheeks fatly blush As the scorching sun arcs past The garden is kept moist to root Next to a hut of grass And every season bears its fruit Even is the sky is brass The care of the garden green Next to a hut of grass Is in the care of fingers seen Pulling out the weeds and grass And the seed was give – the seed will grow Next to a hut of grass With flowers and with fruit to show As you’ll see when you pass What is the Lord’s the Lord’s will stay Next to a hut of grass As hands that pull and hands that pray Has a garden of the highest class