Secrets in the Garden

In the Garden there were secrets
too unbearable to face.
And as deep as they were hidden,
they could never be erased.

In the Garden it was cloudy
as a sign of all the rain.
That the little flowers needed,
just to wash away the pain.

In the Garden there were weeds
that were growing all around.
Pesticide and roots so deep,
trying to knock the flowers down.

In the Garden there were secrets
that needed to be revealed.
No more darkness in the Garden,
so the stems could now grow healed.

In the Garden there are flowers
that are beginning to sprout.
For the Gardener has brought sunlight,
and has withered the weeds out.

Isaiah 61:11
"For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign LORD will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations".

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