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.