By Peggy Perry copyright 2015
The garden path was smoothed and cleared by the gardeners gone before.
Flowers bloom, birds fly and sing. It seems to need no more.
Butterflies soar gently by, sweet scents float on the air,
The sun shines warmly on the scene. Contentment is found there.
But this is not our garden path to simply walk along.
It only shows what we must do to keep from going wrong.
Our work starts at their garden’s edge with their work finally done.
Plow the soil, plant the seeds, and work for the Chosen One.
Can it be called a heavy task to leave behind such beauty?
To spend our lives doing His will cannot be called mere duty!
The best memorial to give the loved ones we recall
Is to continue on the work for which Jesus gave His all.