The King's Garden

Are the flowers not lovely?
Is the produce not of best quality?

Does the master not care for each?

He plants

He waters

He weeds

They grow

The master delights in them

Is each not special?

Does the master not find each beautiful?

Are they not?

Some are big

Some are small

Some are fragile

Some are strong

But he cares for them all

But not all care for the King's Garden

Some steal his precious beings

And distort them

Lie to them

Mistreat them

This saddens the King

He longs for their return

To repair and make new again

For his love is so great

So wide and so deep

Unconditional

Incomprehensible

But it doesn't matter

That it cannot be understood

Because the love is real and perfect

And his love makes the garden grow