The Garden
I dreamed I saw a garden
Pretty and green as can be
Blossoms and fruit all over the place
Except for this one little tree
Right in the middle for all to see
It looked brown, scrawny and ugly
Pathetic as it was, it should be cut down
And yet it seemed to call to me
I walked over to it, slowly at first
Forgetting all else around me
I saw one small bud on the branch
The only one I could see
Then I heard a small voice say
"This tree is you, withering and almost dead
Just one speck of life left in it's branches
Hanging on by a small thread"
I started crying; how could I not?
Had I really come to this?
Why hadn't someone told me, warned me?
This is something they couldn't have missed
Right then I started to pour out my heart
Confessed all the wrong I'd done
I must have gone on for hours
As I listed sins one by one
When I was finished, I looked up
And wiped the tears from my eyes
I looked at the tree that represented my life
It seemed to be coming alive
As I watched, more buds appeared
They blossomed right then and there
I was overcome with joy
And I whispered this silent prayer -
"Oh God, my Father in Heaven
You have given me life again
Whenever I need to be reminded, dear Lord
Just bring me back to the garden"
-(c) Hollie, Dec 10, 2000
i'm still holding on
have you seen my prince charming?
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