Poetic Blooming Pantoum

Gardening with Dad

Tommy trailed Dad down garden rows
He watched Dad plant each tiny seed
He longed to see how a plant grows

That would explain his naughty deed

He watched Dad plant each tiny seed
His plan seemed right just at the time
That would explain his naughty deed

Felt innocent of any crime

His plan seemed right just at the time

To take a look see underground

Felt innocent of any crime

As Tommy plunged his shovel down

To take a look see underground

We’re just the same way with God’s plans

As Tommy plunged his shovel down

With worry we too upturn plants

We’re just the same way with God’s plans

We question how His Word comes true

With worry we too upturn plants

And what a childish thing to do!

We question how His Word comes true

Instead of trusting in His grace

And what a childish thing to do!

Let’s keep His promises in place

So let us trust in His good grace

And follow Dad down garden rows

Let’s keep His promises in place

And see how each plant surely grows