The Master has a garden
It's filled with many flowers;
He plants each one with care
And blesses them with showers.
Some of them are roses,
They represent His love;
Their sweet-smelling aroma
Points to the Father above.
Some of them are lilies,
Clothed with His purity;
They remind us He is holy
And wants us also to be.
Some of them are sunflowers,
With faces lifted up to Him;
They give Him praise and glory
For the work He has done in them.
There are many kinds of flowers
In the garden of our loving God;
And each one to Him is precious
For He made them one and all.
©1999 J M McIntosh
I am the true vine, and my Father is
the gardener. (John 15:1 NIV)
