Tending My Garden
Dear God you gave me Eden
With a wealth of flower seeds;
But when you planned my garden
Why did you add the weeds?
Was it to keep me grounded
And down upon my knees?
A time to count my blessings
Ignore small ills like these?
It’s another of life’s lessons
We each have our row to hoe.
The better that we tend our life,
The more useful we shall grow.
One of several no. ones
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