Till the soil of my heart, Lord.
Plant the seeds that grow into the Fruits of the Spirit.
Help me to tend my garden. Help me to stay vigilant for weeds that will steal the nutrients in the soil.
Keep watch for snakes that wind their way in to hide.
Lord, You are the Great Gardener of my heart.
(This is a short poem that I wrote on Easter. I find writing therapeutic and luckily for my reader, I keep things short and sweet!)
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