The Pruning Times
The Master Gardener makes no mistake
About His pruning, nor of what He must break,
It's because He's the Creator of it all
So He knows what must fall.
Trusting, let your Sap of Spring-Joy flow
Always and faithfully, even if you don't know
The ways or times of Harvest coming soon,
All the Excellence and Blessing in the time to prune.
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