We know the path to Heaven is narrow
we need His perfect, guiding pruning.
That is one reason why
in church we do a lot of singing.
Well, not all of us can carry a tune,
But praise the Lord! We can talk a lot.
While we do, we can thank God for
having in His eternal garden our spot.
Our Gardner weeds out the
thistles and the thorns.
So we can bloom and help others
as our Lord informs.
And as long as we stay in His garden
Our roots are safe and sound.
The reason being - that we are
in hallowed, fertile ground.
Thank You, Lord, for being our Gardner.
Written by George Edward Noe
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