A cup full of water, a handful of seed,
A heart full of love is all they need.
Suet cakes a plenty, birdbaths of clay,
Is why the birds come to my house to play.
Wildflower gardens, gold and red,
Bloom with abundance in their bed.
Bright with color, heavenly scent
To my heart is a blessed event.
I never walk through my gardens alone,
For even God’s love needs a welcoming home.
My heart is His garden, with all my love,
Where flowers bloom towards heaven above.
My gardens are for my heart to please,
For I’ve found God while on my knees.
If you wonder where to give your heart,
On your knees in your garden is a place to start.
© Jaye Lewis, 2009
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