Garden

I thought I was the gardener
in my own little garden. 
That I decided what seeds to plant 
and what roots to uproot. 
But that was before I learn the truth 

I thought it was my responsibility 
To weed away things i didn’t like about myself 
To weed away self-caps and 
characteristic features I wanted dead 
That I wanted erased from my life 
But that was all before you’d open my eyes 

I thought I had to search for knowledge 
To plant the fruits I wanted 
That it all depend on my hard working hands
For not making the weeds outgrow my plants 
For not making them compete with who I wanted to become 
I thought I would overcome 
But the weeds was not fully gone 
Cause it was simply just not my job 
To be the gardener of my own life

It’s funny how He works 
How truth can be revealed 
If you just search 
Search for answers 
And are open minded 
To understand the truth behind the answers 

I’ve been a girl with many abilities 
But green hands have never been a part of those qualities
I was never supposed to be the gardener 
I was always supposed to be the soil
And to let Him be in control 
Of making my garden beautiful 

To let Him be in charge 
Of uproot every weed that is not supposed to grow
To uproot the roots that’s deep and hard
And to plant fruits that I didn’t even knew existed 

I was meant 
To trust the process 
Of growth 
And to enjoy the patience 
Of waiting on the blooms 
To revealing It’s true forms

I was not supposed to mimic 
Others garden
or to compare mine to theirs 
Cause each garden he performs
Is unique and outstanding 
Each in different ways

I was meant 
To be thankful for whatever weather 
For rainy days to grown my seeds 
For stormy nights to stretch my roots 
deeper and further into the layers of the ground 
And to be grateful for the sun 
For the light
And For the temperature 
I needed to shine