The garden, over grown with weeds,
Still held a secret song.I hadn’t realized that it
Had been there all along.
So when I passed the tangled beds
And saw the colored glow,
I felt the brightness of its joy
Touch my heart and then grow.
It warmed a place that had been cold
Through winter’s dreary days,
Reminding my heart it still knew
How to lift up a praise!
And soon I felt one welling up,
From deep within my soul,
And all the broken parts of me
Became a joyous whole.
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