The Gardener glanced with loving eyes,
Stretched His gaze beyond the prize,
To those that drooped and wilted there,
Discouraged, lonely, and without care.
Shifting his glance from that radiant scene
Left Him with thoughts far from serene;
Lifeless flowers gave pause to wonder -
The promise of rain after the thunder.
‘Protect each species in all its splendour
With loving care and touch so tender
The threatening weeds will suffocate
Their fragrant beauty if left too late’.
Summoning His helpers who all came
To rid the garden of this scourge of shame;
They tugged and pulled the intruders out
The task was worth it – there was no doubt.
We cannot by ourselves remain
Free from sin and free from blame
But help He sends into His garden
When by His grace we receive His pardon.
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Phyllis, this is a delightful poem. I think this may be the first time I have read any of your postings, but it will not be the last. God bless. Thomas
A beautiful picture of how God sacrificed His only son so that we, the wilted flowers, could have life. The Spirit gives life. Also encouraging for those who are in the storms of life. Thank you for this poem.
