The Garden Prayer

God, please bless my soil and plants; that my soil will yield her strength.  I thank the Lord for the privilege of being a sower, the honor of being a tender, and the blessing of being a harvester.  Amen.

The Gardener 
by Bobby Brown, excerpted from “Seated Above, the Journey Continues”

There within the silent acres,
Between the burrowed rows
He’s scratching and he rakes,
He’s digging and he hoes

Early each summer’s morning
The sweat slides down his face
As he goes about his business
In this most sacred place

And the gardener has a quiet faith,
An enthusiasm and a mirth
For he loves to till the soil,
He loves the good green earth

And one day in the early autumn,
He’ll lay down that rake and hoe
For the harvest will be ready,
As the crops continue to grow…

“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that just crushed it.” – Mark Twain

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