God's Garden is ALIVE
with blooms of every kind . . .
some hearty, sturdy, strong
some fragile we do find ~

WE ARE Father's Garden
He's tending with such care . . .
when one of us is wilting
others call 'pon Him in prayer ~

Sweet fragrance fills His nostrils
from prayers, in faith, that rise . . .
mixed with the sweetest breath
of the flower 'fore it dies ~

For it's been sorely crushed
victim of ole' slewfoot's lair . . .
who hadn't realized the POWER
of FAITH~BELIEVING PRAYER ~

The healing balm of Jesus
swiftly comes the yoke to break . . .
restores the flower's fragrance
renewal for The Gospel's sake ~

Balm of Gilead, Sweet Jesus,
e'er near to hear the pleas . . .
of the flowers in HIS GARDEN
THANK YOU, LORD, I'm one of these:-)

Mary Carter Mizrany
February 20, 2003
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