My Garden

The garden that grows the lushest of roses

is the garden that has been pruned and well-watered.

So if you feel trimmed and wet from My hoses

then know that you've been grown in MY garden.

MY garden is so precious to Me! I care for it night and day.

I never stop looking for intruders like foxes that snatch away.

I clean up the debris. I clear out the dead places.

I make room for more life so there's no wasted spaces.

I'm not worried about the weather, 

for My garden is protected.

Not a petal will fall to the ground. 

For I can sustain every delicate place.

Just look how each flower trusts Me 

and turns to the light of My face!

My garden is beautiful!

It bears much fruit!

I walk among it daily. 

It feeds all those who glean from it -- 

the rich, the poor, the strong and the weary.