The Gardener

The Gardener

He begins a never ending

Flood of graces,

While we’re tending

All the seeds that He has sown,

And the crops that He has grown,

In us, in our hearts and spirit.

So when He calls

His voice we hear it.

I am knocking at your door

With all your sick and oceans more.

Open your eyes behold the store.

Open your selves that I may pour

All the fruits that you have tended

Into hearts which we have mended.

Healing with our daily balm,

Sustained when you have given alms

Of time and treasures, talent too,

When I have called, and beckoned you.

Freely I give – freely receive.

All because- you have believed,

Here’s my treasure rich and rare.

Distribute it with loving care.