The Gardener’s Touch

Spring is here,

And everyone is in great cheer.

I walk through my garden and look around,

Flowers are coming forth from the ground.

Lilies, Crocuses, and Violets too,

All in different shades blooming anew.

I walk over to a rose and rub my fingers over the petal

And realize that without the True Gardener that none would be made new.

The more I look the more I realize how little I have done.

I planted the seed, but it mysteriously grew within.

As I follow the path farther into the garden,

I come to a tree that seems to be dead.

I silently speak and lift up my head,

And break off one of the branches and notice life within.

The realization comes to me.

The symbol of life through the Gardener becomes real,

The truth revealed.

For I have done nothing that He has not done through me.

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