Oh! I exclaimed
Eve, your first weed
Planted in God’s
Perfect garden
Has spread to my garden
The garden I thought
To be a garden of flowers
Uprooting the weeds
From my garden
One day I heard
My Lord saying, child,
Your life is like a garden
Created to be a perfect
Garden in My sight
But the seed of a weed
Entered your soul
No longer a perfect garden
Your life became
A garden of weeds
Like briars and thistles
Sin pierced your soul
You cried to Me
I came and took away
Your thorns and wore
Them as My crown
And made you
A garden of flowers
Sanctified to be My bride
I betrothed you
With My eternal love
And with a ring
I marked you to be Mine
Until I fly you home
There you will be
My perfect Garden!
