On my knees before my God
I plant the tender seeds
Their lovely summer blooms
Will sweetly fill my needs.
When my prayer is ended
With water, soil and sun
I rejoice in celebration
Of another job well done.
The seasons come and go
Teaching their lessons well
Of life, death and rebirth
More of heaven, less of hell.
They sing God’s holy scriptures
My soul fills with belief
I feel his holy presence
In every bloom and leaf.
My garden is my chapel
Insects and birds, my choir
I am resurrected by the peace
I find there by the hour.
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