I strive and persevere, tending these gardens and keeping the grounds and repair.
And yet, how insufficient are my labors. Do my orderly habits ease the suffering of my neighbor? Does a display of devotion ripple outward?
Lord, it is you who will save. The shining sun will warm shivering limbs, without my extra effort.
Hear my quiet prayers, Lord, said for the benefit of those who do not yet see.