You are the Master Gardener,
Come to my heart’s garden here.
I hear Your Voice so clearly,
And I note Your hand-held shears.
“I know this pruning I will do,
You think will only mar and hurt you.
But trust My vision and My plan,
For things you cannot understand."
"I am the Master Gardener it’s true;
And I have great vision and plans for you.
The winter seems so barren and cold,
But wait and watch My beauty extolled."
"Yield to My purposeful, pruning Hand,
And one day you will understand.
For spring its beauty will unfold,
And all My goodness you will behold."
You are the Master Gardener,
Come to my heart’s garden here.
I hear Your Voice so clearly,
And yield to Your hand-held shears.
(By: Melanie Boutiette, circa February 2021.)