I have a garden inside my heart
The flowers are wilting
the ground is dry
and the thorns are too much to bear,
But God is my Gardener,
So I give Him my flowers
which are surely beyond repair
Then I watch with amazement
as my flowers begin to bloom
and my garden is suddenly fragrant!
Because God is my Gardener,
with Light that always shines
and Water that never declines
No thorns are too unbound
for the Gardener who wore them
on his head crowned.
I have this garden inside my heart
That is never beyond repair
and is sustained with Heaven’s Breath
because I have a Gardener
who conquered Death
Love,
Anna
Anne Andy Co 