The Father Is My Gardener

The Father is my gardener
And what a job He’s got
Years of tangled undergrowth
He’s welcome to the lot
Though He’s tried to hack it back
To reach my precious vine
My gate’s been shut against Him
The problems been all mine.

The lockdown’s been a blessing
It gives you time to think
Going back to basic things
Saves you from the brink
Reunited with my Dad
Has brought a time of peace
From the chains of apathy
I’ve finally been released.

A Christian poem by:  Mike Bullock

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