Hoe'n My Garden

Self - for - Self,
god - for - Self,
self - for - God (That’s Glory!)

god himself,
for Me Myself (Now that’s another Story!)

So? Self - for - Self,
"I’m not myself,"
and god - for - Self I’m only,
god - for - Self
for Me Myself,
(and why that I get lonely for. . . )

God Himself,
for me myself,
for God Himself (That’s Glory)

But Me Myself,
for god himself,
for Me. . . (the same old story)

Forget about Self - for - Self!
God - for - Self (That’s Glory!)
not Self - for - god,
for Me Myself. . . (Wait!. . . Did I reverse the story?)

Wasn’t it self - for - God,
not god - for - Self. . . (That’s Glory!)

I think I’ll just let God describe
the meaning of this story.

Out in my garden I plant straight little rows.
A miracle of God is how  it grows.
Carefully placed seeds in earth rich, and deep,
will sprout into a blessing to harvest and keep.

As I bring in my yield, I can’t help but see
how the crop that I’ve planted is something like me.
I am a seeker. I looked hard to find,
God planted his will on my heart and my mind.

One thing that’s different all seekers should know,
In your spiritual life it’s through faith that you grow.
All people are seeded in love without care,
no thought where it's thrown, but we know that it’s there.

Don’t hoe your own garden, pull your own weeds,
Water your soil, or plant your own seeds.
Just pray for the earth, the sun, and the rain.
God's will, it provides for all to sustain.