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In quietness I listened
As Jesus spoke this thought,
“You are a special garden
That with My life I bought.
If you will grant permission
For Me to work this plot,
Removing rocks and thistles
To beautify this spot,
Then I, the Master Gardener
Will plant, and dig, and weed,
Caring for My garden,
For you are Mine indeed.
I will transform the soil
From rocky, thorny, bare,
Into lovely, fragrant flowers
With exquisite beauty rare.
These flowers blooming daily
In the garden of your heart,
Can bless the lives of others,
They too can have a part
In the joy of transformation
I, the Master Gardener make,
When I enter your heart garden
To plant and cultivate.”
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