Weeds

Revelation 4:11

"...for Your pleasure they [all things] are and were created."

One day I planted tiny seeds,

And dreamed of fragrant flowers fair

That soon would grow and bud and bloom,

And grace the air with their perfume.

The dirt was rich and watered right;

The spot would get good bright sunlight.

Well-cut stones enclosed the plot;

 Blankets of mulch finished the spot.

With dusty hands I strode away.

I’d put in good hard work that day,

And my rewards the time would tell.

My job was through, and finished well.

But, lo, it was not so to be!

For as the little flowers pushed

Their bright green stems up through the ground,

There came imposters scattered round.

At first I didn’t notice them

(So harmless did they all blend in).

But as the days and weeks went by

They grew much stronger, thick and high.

Then one day I chanced to pass

And saw the weeds' results at last.

‘Twas then I learned a lesson true:

A gardener’s job is never through!

I tackled once again the ground,

And had a lot of go-arounds

With stubborn weeds that held on tight.

It was a constant, hard-won fight.

At last I gained the victory,

For I checked the flower bed daily,

And gave no weeds a chance to grow

With roots so deep that didn’t show.

My life is like that flower bed:

There’s daily fights (unless you’re dead!).

Sin struggles hard it’s hold to keep,

It’s vines to creep, it’s harvest reap.

I’ll let the Gardener of my heart

Have His way daily, right from the start.

By letting His hands help me grow,

I’ll bloom forth and His glories show.

Sometimes I don’t see tiny weeds,

But He knows all and meets my needs.

I’ll seek His wisdom to pull them out

Before their ugly heads do sprout.

Salvation works each day in me

That more like Jesus I may be;

His holiness, my soul’s possession,

Still daily must make transformation.

What are these weeds that I must pull?

Anything that keeps the full

Abundant life He’s promised me

From being my reality.

So, Father, help me daily check,

And uproot all that sin reflects

Put Your kind hands on top of mine

That Your good strength I’ll always find.

A life of beauty is lived by days

Of beauty shown in small, sweet ways

Consistent work I’ll strive to do

That Your creation may honor You!