Sometimes the seeds I plant, in the garden of my
life
Produce a crop of sorrow, unhappiness, and
strife.
If I neglect to water and feed the soil with
prayers,
I
scarce can find one blossom among the rocks and
tares.
My garden needs the sunshine God's Word supplies each
day,
So I can share with others, and point them to The
Way.
Lord, send to my life's garden, Your blessings from
Above,
And may I grow more like You, while sowing seeds of
love.
Inspired of God,
©Betty Jo Mings