God's Love Poem by Debra Wilson

We work and plow our gardens so we can have nice things to eat.Year after year, this we repeat.God gave us sun and rain, also aches and pain.Then we walk around and look at the beauty that grows on our ground.We put our hearts in what we do, and then we can give it to you.God blesses it seems so much.He gives us his loving touch.We go from here to there doing his will, no matter where.He looks on us from above and we pass on his love.We walk the path, the way he trod, to me this is my way to God.I know he loves me and I try to obey his will.As I climb that earthly hill.And when my time is up.I shall drink from his living watercup.