Galatians 6: 7 - 9

In my secret little garden

Where cheery blossoms grow

I often find a snarling weed

That’s grown up in a row

I pull the weeds and they grow back

To strangle my bright blooms

They try to pull my blossoms down

And quench their sweet perfumes

I must be ever vigilant

To keep my garden clean

I can’t allow the weeds to thrive

For what we sow, we glean

And so I pluck the thorny weeds

Whenever they appear

And cherish tender shoots that bear

The blossoms I hold dear

Galatians 6: 7-9
Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.