God's Weeds

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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God's garden is called Paradise, creation came from there. He watches it with shining eyes and marks each crevice where a pesky weed dare raise its head he sends a lightning strike and soon the weeds are truly dead (which none of them do like) . One day, the Devil, flying by gave Him a friendly nod, and, being brave, he asked Him why those weeds would bother God. So, God, who never spoke a lie said he had found that weeds were rather clever, even sly but that their daily deeds were unacceptable as such due to their sense of freedom. And since they didn't pray so much he really did not need 'em.

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