A Gardener Looks at Her Garden

While looking through old papers, I found this in my mother's Bible.  It was too precious.  She loved the Lord and wanted her life to reflect Him.

My life is a garden.

Your life is a garden.

Is it a waste, untilled and wild?

Like an untaught, untrained child?

Or is it good soil under the Master's Hand?

Is my soul His own cherished land?

Is it grown thick with thistle and wild?

Or has it been sown with His good seed?

What is the harvest from this life?

Goodness and love, or hatred and strife?

O Lord, take this stony ground of mine.

Make it all, completely Thine?

Only then can it ever yield,

The pleasant fruits of a godly field.

Amen and Amen.
                                                                                        - Doris L. Miner