The King's Garden

Make in my soul a garden, Lord
Fit only for a king
Weed me well of thorns and such stuff
Bugs in me that sting

Fill me full of butterflies, jays
Cardinals and blooms
Flowers, too, and luscious fruit trees
Veggies and legumes

May every seed be multiplied
To grow in fertile ground
Until the wind spreads seeds abroad
His garden to abound.

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