I give to you a garden,
a place to call your own;
what you plant, may it grow.

This little plot of land,
in a world headed to destruction;
a place where life springs forth.

This is my gift to you,
be grateful;
and give thanks to God.

The rose is in your garden,
her name is now a mystery to you;
but one day she shall be revealed.

Life shall multiply and go forth,
this is the plight of starlight;
the mystery of The Universe.

With every breath you take,
and every pain that you feel;
death is now consumed in you.

The prayer of one in grace,
is a gift unto the world;
to plant a seed of hope,
in a bed of deep despair.

The locusts go out to consume,
this is their upbringing;
and every thought of their hearts.

Bake the bread of life each day,
the food of the cross of Jesus.

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