  “My heart is God’s little garden, And the fruits that grow each day Are the things that he sees me doing, And the words that he hears me say. “The flowers in God’s little garden Are ‘joy’ and ‘truth’ and ‘love’; And the seed by the Master planted Is raised in the garden above. “There’s a spring in God’s little garden, Whose waters, so sweet and clear, Flow out into other gardens Which God plants very near. “I must tend to God’s little garden, Lest the weeds and the sharp thorns grow; If the flowers should droop and wither, His heart would be sad, I know.” |
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