I hoped to plant some kindness
And a row or two of joy in the
Garden of my heart.
I needed to plant some patience
And a row or two of love in the
Garden of my heart.
I wanted a crop of righteousness and
I wanted a crop grace in the
Garden of my heart.
But somehow in my harvest, along with
All of these, there I found some weeds
In the garden of my heart.
“Weeds,” I said, “How did these nasty,
Loathsome weeds grow up in between all
The other seeds in the garden of my heart.
Does not the God of love make only good
Things grow in the garden of my heart?”
“Oh no, my child,” God quickly replied,
“You have got it all wrong. I cause the garden
In your heart to grow, but all that will grow
Is what you have sown.
You planted kindness
And you planted joy,
but you were also rude to the
Clerk at the store.
You planted patience
and you planted love,
But you also planted pride
when you would not admit your wrong.
Among your crop of righteousness
Amidst your crop of grace
You lied about your age
And yelled when the cleaners couldn't
remove the stain you made.
All these things you've planted
and all these things have grown.
Yes my dear, indeed it is true,
You've reaped just what you've sown.
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