IN HEAVEN’S GARDEN
I wonder up in heaven’s garden how busy I should be,
I would not have to dead-head the pansies, they live eternally.
I don’t think I would gather them, the flowers grow everywhere,
I would let the natural fragrance fill the heavenly air.
Would fruit trees need pruning, brambles have a thorn?
Would I have to plant seeds, would I have big ears of corn?
I know weeds in heaven garden would ever be found,
Although I hope there will be dandelions around.
Also growing should be Golden Rod and My Ladies Lace,
And the shy wild violet with such slender grace,
All wild flowers and weeds in heaven should freely grow
For they have brought such great beauty to our earth below.
Will the wheat be automatically made into fresh bread?
Who will milk the cows in some heavenly cattle shed?
Just imagine all the birds flying high on eternal wing,
And the great melody each tiny voice will sing.
If I get to heaven after Father and Jesus and my family
Heavens garden would be the next place I’d like to see
Arranged there in glory for all natures lovers to gaze,
Soak up heavens beauty and eternally sing His praise.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 5, 2004