I think I understand,
Life is not a wilder-land, but a garden still.
I think I understand,
Not to be a preacher or teacher or a tiller of the earth,
But a tiller of ones heart, of the soul, of the wonder of it all.
Life is not a wilder-land but a garden one must till.
Seeing is not believing, believing is not faith, trusting is!
Life is not a wilder-land but a garden still.
Life is wonder-full, yet a garden one must till.
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