[Written for the Sentinel]

The Garden of Thought

The Father hath given each child of His careA garden implanted with seedlings so fair;The buds and the blossoms are molded above,Their petals all perfumed with meekness and love;Oh, blest is our God-given garden!

The garden He gives us is purified thought;So precious its blossoms, they cannot be bought;They bloom in abundance where hearts are imbuedWith mercy, all selfless, and great gratitude;Twice blest is our God-given garden!

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