THE GARDEN - A Christian Poem
by MaryAnn Fear
I was but dirt. He made me whole He gave me breath, life, and soul I repaid him by eating the fruit of the tree That was, I knew, forbidden to me. I stole, wasted, cheated, and lied; Yet on the cross for me He died. He gave the wonders of the world to me. I was blind, I would not see. Still He waited patiently And I now finally realize Life without Him would be my demise. I know one day I will drink the sweet wine. The fruit of heaven's gardens all be mine. MaryAnn Fear November-2010 Note from Katherine T Owen Thank you MaryAnn. God blesses you and loves you.
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