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My Savior's Garden

by Raydene Nash

My heart became the garden of the Lord
The moment that I gave my life to Him.
He pulls the foliage I can't afford
To nourish, going out upon a limb
To water me with water of His Word.
False gods diminishing before my eyes,
My good deeds done apart from Him are turds
That fertilize good trees till they're of size.
Uprooted are some friends who'll hold me back,
And influences who'd block out His Light.
The earth beneath the brush exposed won't lack
In nutrients, and though I feel the blight
Ravage me with loneliness, exposure
To my Savior's love will bring me closure.

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