I don't even know the plant's name,
The blooms are lavender in color,
It has leaves like chrysanthemums,
The shrub is five feet tall - maybe taller.

Like twins - one grows on each side of the house,
In between them are azaleas galore;
The blooms don't smell sweet like the rose,
But they look lovely like those in the store.

One day a plumber had to be called,
Mind all set to fix the problem in a huff;
Came to the house all ready to work,
Then left for his home - he's had enough.

Insensitive and uncaring, he dug up the plant,
And threw it in the yard, severed roots and all.
How could he do such a horrible thing?
I wished that this plumber we never had called.

I took the poor plant from its resting place,
Dying and withering in the heat of the day;
I looked at it closely and knew deep inside,
The plant was going to die - the plumber must pay.

The tears started flowing and wouldn't stop
Where could I find a plant just like it?
Just like its twin on the other side of the house
No other plant could make a perfect fit.

I held up the plant that was taller than I,
I stuck it in the hole in the ground.
Watering it with the tears from my eyes,
Packed it with love and put dirt all around.

With a garden hose, I watered the plant,
I knew that that's all I could do;
I couldn't put roots the plumber had chopped,
I couldn't bring life - neither could you.

I remembered in the Bible that Apollos watered
But God was the one the increase to bring
Could this principle apply to the situation at hand?
Why not? I'd test my faith, I'd pray, I'd sing.

With tears I prayed to God, I told him everything,
I told him I knew it was foolish to pray and sigh
For an insignificant thing when the world,
With sickness, hunger and crime had gone awry.

I watered the plant every day of the week,
It seemed at times the plant was watered out;
Nothing appeared to happen - the plant was dead!
Dead as a door knob but I knew I must not pout.

Soon after, I forgot all about the dead plant.
I went about the business of life in the home
When all of a sudden, my eyes turned to the plant
Loaded with tiny green leaves from top to bottom.

I shouted my praise to the God of Heaven,
He brought life to the plant the plumber had killed;
My prayer was heard; my faith had increased,
I knew God is a God who does miracles still.


Copyrighted © Lydia Haga 2004

Graphic is used with permission from:
Jennifer Patrick


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