There was a beautiful sunset,
A rosy, glorious glow.
The promise of pleasant pastime,
A time of refreshment to know.
Tomorrow I’ll work in my garden,
Omnipotently pull up a weed,
Stake drooping, heavy flowers,
Give support where there is need.
I’ll rejoice in the promise of harvest,
Caring, planting is not in vain.
It takes some time, preparing the soil,
But the harvest depends on the rain.
My garden is blessed and nurtured,
Not by me, but by God above.
His gracious provision, life in a seed.
My garden shows forth His great love.
by Ruth C. Grace
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