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God's Garden is full of weeds
Many gardeners here ask
Why let them grow Lord? 
All they do is take away 
Choking out my own plants
God's Garden is full of weeds 

God's Garden is full of weeds 
Many gardeners here ask 
Why plant so many Lord? 
I spend more time pulling them
Than I do tending to the rest 
God's Garden is full of weeds 

God's Garden is full of weeds 
Many gardeners here ask 
Why let them do so well Lord? 
I poison and pick them 
But weeds still grow despite my efforts 
God's Garden is full of weeds 

God's Garden is full of weeds
Many of them here ask
Why make me a weed dear Lord? 
The world hates and hurts me 
Though I can be just as beautiful
God's Garden is full of weeds 

God's Garden is full of weeds
And finally someone understood 
Why God made weeds
For who am I to call a rose
By any other name
God's Garden is full of weeds

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