The soul is a garden full of weeds.	
Twisting and choking the lonely heart.
In a world full of bitter remorse.
Where can the blind go to find the light.

I have felt your pain and know your needs.
Compassion is my gift to impart.	
So how can I be still at this time.	
I will be brave and do what is right.

For my faith is founded in my deeds.
To stand firm in faith and do my part.
Even though the world would scoff me now.
I will do what is right in Gods’ sight.

Let my actions plant faithful seeds.	
I, in Gods’ time, will play my part.	

MJ Flack