How does your garden grow?

With rich soil, because of who you know?

With seeds that realize their need?

Watered from the moisture in the sky

And from a spring that never runs dry.

Sprouts that turn towards the Son

Then buds of blossoms come

Without a bit of try

Flowers burst open that testify

To the Creator

Who lavishes us with His favor.

By seeing to our needs

Making sure there are no weeds,

A few plants that grow there

For you to share

Are Love, Joy, Peace, and Patience

Reflections of His radiance!