In the garden of soul
We must concede
It’s not up to me
A gardener, need
To nourish the soil
For growth to proceed
A practice of pruning
And clearing the weeds
Dependent on water
Receiving the light
Upheaval of weeding
Trust through the plights
With fruit of the harvest
It’s not about me
But one of the sharing
His grace joyfully
DarylMadden 