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!
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Author: Jacinta da Cruz Rodgers
I have been committed to teaching the truth of the Word of God beginning with Trans World Radio on Bonaire, N.A and Swaziland, Africa (1969-1980), then through churches in the United States in both English and Portuguese and then through ministry in Israel (2005-2006). This ministry continues through local Bible studies and outreach to the world via the internet.
I have written a book about my life from that of an orphan in Brazil to missionary in 5 countries. You can find out more on the "Book" page of our blog site.
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