When life is topsy turvy
And you are under it all,
Remember the love,
God has flourished over all.
Don't stay on the bottom,
Lift yourself to the top.
You're the head not the tail,
Don't forget what ya' got.
Life can be like a cart of blooms,
Nestled together with sod.
No room for weeds to grow,
You're the child of God.
Beautiful buds of fragrance,
With beauty covering the top.
Love, hope and charity,
All down through the cart.
The Master Gardener lives,
In celestial places above,
Sending down substantial amounts
Of food flourished with love.
Feeding your budding soul,
With plenty of grace and power.
To sustain you in all you face,
And through the darkest hours.
So when it seems your spirit dies,
And the place you are is so low.
Keep your trust in the Master of Love
He flourishes wherever you go.
Shy Barr
June 8, 2006
Ephesians 5: 8
For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light: |
