Lord, I have a lot of ole crows
That want to eat the seeds you plant in me
The minute you throw it in the garden of my heart.
The corn that is growing there
They land on and peck at ravenously.
I have tried covering my fruit and vegetables with sheets
I have built nets and fences to hide the harvest my garden contains,
But the out come is that my plants donít get enough sunlight.
No one can just come in my garden and pick the fresh corn off the stalks
They cannot partake of the sweet pea pods in the summer.
I tried something else this season.
I gave my garden to You.
You became my scarecrow!
You will not allow anyone to come into my garden
And steal from me!
To the crows and other robbers, you are a fierce guard
But to those who are welcome in my garden you are
A host that bids to eat and be refreshed.
And so they nourish themselves in my garden.
They can find comfort.
The seeds from my fruit are planted in their gardens as they eat.
When they leave they go to propagate what they learned
From the lessons you have grown in my heart
In their own gardens.
And so Your Word goes on.
Thank you Lord!!
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