Could it be this teeming world
Is God's rare garden,
Cluttered with the weeds of sin
But bounteous in pardon?
Does he use mysterious means
To nurture us in pain,
Alternating sunny skies
With the sodden rain?
Is purpose ineluctable
In the shrouded plan
To lead his harried children
To the stature of a man?
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