I am the true vine and my Father is the Gardener - John 15:1 NIV

My garden with all 
Of its flowers and weeds 
Is under the Master’s care 
Its edges and borders 
And the roses in order 
He designed and then planted them there 

Now the wind when it blows 
And the thunderstorms roll 
Have a Heaven-sent schedule to keep 
When the sun sinks so low 
That the night breezes flow 
In my Master’s own presence I’ll sleep 

Under the Master's Care by Peter Caligiuri © 2021 all rights reserved