THE GARDEN

 

YOU GAVE TO ME A PACK OF SEEDS

AND PROMISED TO SUPPLY MY NEEDS.

MY SPIRIT SANG, MY HEART STOOD STILL

FOR IN YOUR GARDEN I WOULD TILL.

 

I SEARCHED UNTIL I KNEW I’D FOUND

THE PERFECT SPOT, A PIECE OF GROUND

WHICH I WOULD PLOW, MY SEED I’D SOW

AND FOR YOUR SAKE A GARDEN GROW.

 

AS I BEGAN THIS TASK FOR YOU

MY DREAMS ENLARGED THE VISION GREW.

I CAREFULLY DESIGNED AND PLANNED

A PLACE TO SHOW THE WORLD YOUR HAND.

 

I PLOWED THE HARD AND FALLOW GROUND

AND SCATTERED PRECIOUS SEED AROUND.

I WATERED, FED AND HOED THE DIRT

IGNORING ACHES AND PAINS THAT HURT.

 

FOR IN MY MIND NOT OUT OF SIGHT

A GARDEN GREW OF SUCH DELIGHT;

WITH FLOWERS RARE OF EVERY HUE

THEY HAD TO COME TO ME FROM YOU.

 

THEN AS THE PLANTS BEGAN TO SPROUT

I KNEW I HAD TO KEEP WEEDS OUT

AND WATCH FOR FROST AND GARDEN PESTS

I NURTURED, GUARDED, DID MY BEST.

 

BUT WHEN THE PLANTS BEGAN TO GROW

THEY WERE ALL WRONG IT SEEMED AS THOUGH.

WHERE WERE THE TALL AND STATELY STEMS,

THE GLOSSY LEAVES AND FRAGRANT BLOOMS?

 

THEN WEEDS AND THORNS BEGAN TO GROW

AND STORMS AND WINDS BEGAN TO BLOW

I STRUGGLED TO PROTECT THE DREAM

WITH TOIL AND SWEAT, HOW HARD IT SEEMED

 

THIS COULDN’T BE MY HEART CRIED OUT

THE GARDEN YOU TOLD ME ABOUT.

BUT WHEN I THOUGHT BACK TO THE START

WHEN SEED YOU PLANTED IN MY HEART.

 

YOU NEVER SAID WHAT PLANTS THESE WERE.

I THOUGHT THEN FLOWERS, I WAS SO SURE;

THIS GARDEN IN MY MIND SO CLEAR

MY HEART THIS DREAM HAD VERY DEAR.

 

SO ON MY KNEES I CAME IN PAIN

OH LORD, PLEASE SHOW ME ONCE AGAIN

WHAT PURPOSE CAN THIS GARDEN SERVE

ALTHOUGH YOUR GRACE I DON’T DESERVE

 

LIFT UP YOUR EYES YOU SAID AND SEE

THE WORLD IS STARVING AND HUNGRY

THEIR CRAVINGS LEAD THEM ALL ASTRAY

GRUBBING TRASH IN ALLEYWAYS

 

HE SAID TO ME WHEN MY HEART STILLED

YOU HAVE A GARDEN WHICH IS FILLED

WITH FOOD ENOUGH TO SERVE THEM ALL

YOUR GARDEN IS A BANQUET HALL.

 

THE VISION THAT YOUR HEART CONCEIVED

WAS BORN OF YOU AND NOT OF ME.

THE WORK IS MINE, THE GARDEN TOO

JUST LET ME WORK IT OUT THROUGH YOU.

 

THERE IS A TIME FOR FLOWERS TO GROW

BUT NOT UNTIL THE WORLD CAN KNOW

THAT IN YOUR GARDEN I HAVE SPREAD

A TABLE WITH THEIR DAILY BREAD

By Eileen Hardeman

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