Song isn't my only garden... but aside from children of God... it is my favorite, and a very special one. A challenging, but rewarding one. Here is another garden of mine. One that is for me quite substantially less significant, but nevertheless mine and bears my signature: beauty alongside weeds, growing side by side, and sooner or later, not with my touch, but the loving touch of God and also His mercy for my bouquets here, a blossom or two arises. Thanks, Father. Despite pestilence of one kind or another, You have allowed a garden to grow.
