The Garden

For we are like roses
That bloom in His garden there
So many different verities
But He treats us each with care.

He plants us on the earth
And shines a light on us to grow
And feeds us with the Holy Spirit
And lets living waters flow.

He gives us thorns
To make the evil one flee
But the beauty of the rose
Belongs to God you see.

With God as the gardener
How can we go wrong
It is in His garden
Is where we belong.

- Liz Cunningham -