The key to my
Garden,
Hangs around my neck.
As I walk through
my garden,
I'm sad and depressed.
My flowers refuse
to bloom,
and the weeds choke
out all their food.
Is it something I did?
Or something I didn't?
I hear You call
out to me,
from outside the garden gates.
I sigh in relief as
I let You in.
Handing over the key
To my garden,
I will let You
plant what I need
and dig up what I don't.
My garden is
Yours
to do with as You
please.
Plant flowers of Love
and trees of Virtue.
Dig up weeds of Evil
and vines of Poison.
As long as you have
The key to my
Garden gates,
I will let You
Change my
Heart.
