Best Faithgarden Poems
Weeds
I looked upon my garden fair,
At lovely flowers growing there.
And to one side where I planted seed,
I saw a tiny little weed.
But in the hurry of the morn,
I didn't pull that weed I scorned.
But hurried onto other chores,
And with those completed, went indoors.
Just a day or two from then,
I viewed my garden once again.
But now that lovely little space,
Was full of weeds, just a disgrace.
I couldn't quite believe twas true,
That where one weed was, many grew.
And crowded out my blossoms bright,
It seems had happened over night.
But quickly now I pulled them out,
And prayed my flowers would grow stout.
I vowed I'd keep weeds from that spot,
And beautify that garden plot.
Then I remembered that within,
My life, I must be free from sin.
For as the weeds would choke the rose,
Sin left unchecked, speedily grows.
If a beautiful flowers I want to be,
In God's garden eternally.
Then I must let no sin live here,
But keep my life's soil clean and dear.