In the garden of my deeds for her, I toil,
A selfless gardener, tending God’s sacred ground.
Each action, a brushstroke on life’s canvas, royal,
Love’s palette chosen, in His name renowned.

Daily tasks bloom like delicate flowers,
Guided by the sunlit warmth of her smile.
Not seeking laurels from passing hours,
But nurturing His masterpiece, all the while.

Calm seas and tempests intertwine,
A symphony of devotion’s endless tune.
Her joy, a constellation that continues to shine,
Revealing His glory beneath the moon.

With every step, I feel His hand’s embrace,
A blessed dance, harmonious and pure.
In service to her, I glimpse His grace,
His unconditional love, a lifeline sure.