Victory
I have a weedy patch of earth
Beside a creek’s rocky path
Where it could take a miracle
To bring to life a young plant
I dig the dirt until it’s soft
Rich and dark and accepting
Like the heart who hears
Gods word and discovers
The tender joy that comes
From listening and hearing
The way to know God’s Son
Finally, the plants grow strong
And I sit back to view my work
Thankful for the beautiful plants
That bask in the morning sun
And the sweet hearts who see
The joy of knowing God’s Son
Intimately, forever at peace
Are those who share in His victory
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