Gardening can be tedious work; it requires dedication, discipline, and love. We can all agree, though, that the results of such dedication bring beautiful rewards! So it is, also, with our faith; our garden of faith, if you will. Here is my little attempt to put it into words:
Garden of Faith
As they tended the garden, a mother and her child,
the sun kissed their skin, comfy and mild.
The girl looked around, and with a beautiful smile
said to her mother, "The flowers took a while!
They're beautiful, mommy, but I don't like to wait!
Why are the flowers always so late?"
Then mother sat her on a chair and said,
"Sweetheart," as she kissed her head.
"It takes time to grow something beautiful like this."
The child reached up and returned the kiss.
"9 months you were knit in mommy's womb.
Now look at you; a beautiful bloom!
The flowers you see here did not just come to be.
The work behind it, we didn't get to see.
Before these blossomed into what they are today,
The roots had to push through the dirt every day.
Slowly, but surely, they grow more and more
Moment by moment, stronger than before.
We can't rush the process or do the work for the seeds,
but we guide, prepare, and give them what they need.
Weeds will come, but see now, you and I
We tend to our garden, and as time goes by
The beauty remains for us to enjoy.
The flowers are blooming and bring us such joy.
Your little hands work and the garden thrives!
But the One who gardens all our lives
Does a greater work than you and me
Although the weeds will come, you will see
If you trust Him and abide in His love
There is no distance from earth to Heaven above
He's making something beautiful in you
Your roots are growing, this is true.
His Hands are upon you, with power and might
Tending His garden, in which He delights!
Don't grow impatient; true beauty will last.
Your garden is blooming- praise God and hold fast!"
"Wow," the girl was amazed at what she heard.
She had hung on to mommy's every word.
Now waiting for flowers would never be the same.
Our heavenly father does nothing in vain.
May we learn to appreciate those times God is working something out in us. Something is always growing, blooming in us. May it be God's hand that plants the seeds and tends to our garden of faith. Let's do our part and be obedient as we walk with our King.