The Garden

Erin Philpott Childers

I have a joy I cannot lose

planted deep within my soul,

and tending to that sacred seed

is my pure and hallowed goal.

Though the sapling has been watered

with Tribulation’s bitter tears,

my sorrows have prepared good soil—

my roots have grown throughout the years.

For when troubles come from every side

as I’m afraid they often do,

the weeds cannot choke the little plant—

my Holy Gardener is true.

Though my outer self may waste away

and my seeds long for Heaven’s breeze,

I know one day I’ll see my sapling

among Eden’s blooming trees.

I have a joy that I have sown

and more seeds of one accord,

for I aim to reap this offering—

a holy garden for the Lord.