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The Gardener

Ang Cat's post, A Variant Garden, reminded me of this poem that I wrote many years ago.

Precious flower in God's garden
He has placed you in my care
Bid me water you with kindness
And to nurture you with prayer
Tell you of the gentle Gardener
With his hands all scarred with love
How we'll live one day forever
In his garden up above
And though weeds may try to choke you
And your head be bowed by storm
In his tender care he'll guard you
Ever keeping you from harm



Brenda said…
Absolutely lovely! Thanks for sharing it.
Belinda said…
Thank you Brenda!
With love,
Joyful Fox said…
That's beautiful. Your garden, Belinda is so well-tended. Thank you for tending this flower my friend.

Shawna said…
I love this. I am so drawn to poetry, and it was beautifully written.

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