Mother, daughter
Faithful follower
How does your garden grow?
Is it tilled fertile dirt
With room in the rows?
Is it straightened paths
With staked marked ends?
Are there blooming flowers
To share with friends?
Is there delight in the work
That fills their little hands?
Are there birds singing along
To your hearts joyful song?
Do you give thanks in all things?
The sun, the rain, the wind…the snow
The seeds to plant…the weeds to pull
Have you the worn hands
That render the soul full?
Tend to the garden
the Gardener gave you
It is in this place
He is tending to you
by Starla Hoffe
Faithful follower
How does your garden grow?
Is it tilled fertile dirt
With room in the rows?
Is it straightened paths
With staked marked ends?
Are there blooming flowers
To share with friends?
Is there delight in the work
That fills their little hands?
Are there birds singing along
To your hearts joyful song?
Do you give thanks in all things?
The sun, the rain, the wind…the snow
The seeds to plant…the weeds to pull
Have you the worn hands
That render the soul full?
Tend to the garden
the Gardener gave you
It is in this place
He is tending to you
By: Starla Hoffe, AB
