A child a little garden had,
In which were sown good seeds;
The ground, however, was so bad,
It yielded naught but weeds.
Dear child, your heart is like the ground,
There’s nothing good within;
The only seed that there is found
And all its fruits, is sin.
“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the Lord search the heart.” Jer. 17:9, 10.
ML 02/23/1941