BE AS A WATERED GARDEN

Unmoved by drouth or storm cloud,Resting in quietness,Waiting calm and receptiveFor the hand of God to dress,Be as a watered gardenIn a drear and desert place,Quickened by showers of SpiritAnd the sunlight of His grace.Then in the fruit of His tendingThe weary will find releaseFrom the heat and stress of their journeyIn oases of joy and peace.

Zula Hall

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