God tends to His gardens, removing what defeats;
Pulling out the negative that hinders and depletes.
“Only love around this flower…I’m afraid this weed must go.
Only love around this flower…watch it bloom. Watch it grow.”
As it grows, so He reaps. So much joy and so much pride;
So much tenderness and love for the flower close beside.
God tends to His gardens, providing what maintains;
Planting that which compliments, what nurtures and sustains.
“Only love around this flower…I’m afraid this weed must go.
Only love around this flower…watch it bloom. Watch it grow.”
As it grows, so He reaps. So much joy and so much pride;
So much tenderness and love for the flower close beside.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2015
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