|This is what I HOPE my garden will look like in a couple more months.|
My little seeds have poked their heads
Out from under their soil beds.
Proof to me that God still commands
Even though my impatience demands
That these minuscule tiny plants of mine
Provide a meal on which to dine.
I never thought they'd show their leaves,
Even after watering forever it seems.
And now it looks as if waiting won't end
But in Gods time fruits He will rend.
"Patience little one." His voice is still.
"You too, will grow, for it is my will."