Garden of Grace

    

 Garden of Grace,

 I am like a flower.

 Growing but delicate.

 Times I am strong.

 Times I am weak.

 Times I can dance.

 Sometimes sing.

 The gardener comes,

 waters me so I grow. 

 Into who He wants me to be.

 Happy and free,

 dancing for Him.

 God is like the gardener,

 I am like a flower,

 growing and changing in His,

 garden of grace.