Jesus is the Master Gardener He tends His garden well
His Living Water flows to keep the lost from hell
Each of us are different, a hose of every type
The Gardener knows which one to use to make things work out right
Sometimes a sprinkler’s needed to give refreshing rain
He casts it out all around to souls who are in pain
Sometimes He sends a soaker hose; it drips, underneath, unseen
It gives just enough around the roots to keep things growing green
Other times the field is large and rain has been quite scarce
He sends out an irrigator and the whole field grows up fierce
Sometimes we need a power wash to get the crusty dirt
To rid our life of unwanted stuff it takes a powerful squirt
Sometimes the fire is burning, the field going up in smoke
The Fireman brings His hose right in and saves all in a brilliant stroke
Sometimes there is a huge rainstorm and only a battered gutter
It carries all the rain to wash a weedy yard of clutter
Other days only a small cup is needed, a rusty hand pump is what He sends
A few good cranks is what it takes to get folks on the mend
We are each just a simple garden hose, the Master Gardener knows the need
It is up to us to let Water through for He has thirsty souls to feed
Tracy Whipple © 2010
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