THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Morning Prayers Our Father who art in heaven While my Master’s saying grace I’d like to thank you for letting us stay and showing us around the place I really liked it in Heaven I’m looking forward to coming back I promise not to chew any slippers And I won’t chase next doors cat Amen THE END Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to look and comment on these paintings, I am very humbled God Bless

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Another Day For my Master and I it’s another day For some it may be their last So we don’t fret about tomorrow Nor fret about the past We live each moment as it comes No time to make a fuss There’s always someone somewhere Who’s much worse off than us

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN The Dream I’ve just woken up with a bit of a start Things aren’t quite what they seem I thought we were dead but I’m in bed with Ted It must have all been a dream But now I know where I want to go When we take our last God-given breath To go and live with Jesus Where there’s victory over death So to all I say to God you must pray Live righteous, turn away from sin For narrow is the path to heaven Faith in Christ is the only way in He was sent from above to show us all love Crucified and died on the cross Then he wiggled his toes on the third day he rose So he can save his sheep that are lost

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Wellington Boots Jesus gave us some wellington boots A hat, a coat, a scarf He said “There’s always work you do As the seasons pass Wintertime is nearly here The North winds starting to blow So I wonder if you could lend a hand Shovelling some snow”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Day of Rest I lay here and pray thank God for this day For my Master and I are blessed Feeling the love of Jesus On this day of rest Lazing in our hammocks Listening to the honey bees My little heart glows As the sun warms my nose Beneath the blossom trees

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Hound Dog We’ve been invited out for supper To have some wine and bread I’m feeling a little bit concerned That it’s gone to my Master’s head Jesus and the apostles started to cheer him on Now he’s up on the karaoke about to do a song He’s going to put his hip out the way he’s shaking his pelvis He’s singing about a hound dog I’m sure he thinks he’s Elvis

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Bread of Life It’s time to harvest the fields of wheat So we’re working down on the farm Gathering up the bales of straw Then taking them to the barn Some grain has gone to the baker Some to the farmer’s wife They’ll make bread of heaven Where Jesus is the bread of life

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Rain Makers We are making some weather with Jesus Pouring down some rain The farmers need it on the soil To help them grow some grain Once these clouds have passed over This shower will be done We’ll put away our watering cans And let God torn on the sun

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN God’s Garden It’s peaceful in God’s garden In amongst the veg Helping out the angels Tending to the beds Good seeds were sown that’s why they’ve grown Putting down good strong roots Jesus told my Master once “Ye shall know them by their fruits”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN The Story of Life We are listening to Jesus tell a story Up here on top of the hill He’s talking to some children Who sadly had been very ill “ I know it may seem so unfair that your lives have been cut short So I’ve gathered you together today to share with you some thoughts Life on Earth can be over in just the blink of an eye The one thing guaranteed down there is everyone will die But up here you shall live forever and we will look after you You won’t have to do any homework, you won’t catch colds or flu Here you will always be happy for this place is full of love No breakers of laws, no more wars, it’s filled with the peace of white doves Now we are all one big happy family and for those below we shall pray Because some of them will be joining us Tomorrow or maybe today.”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Afternoon Walk We went out for our afternoon walk Down a country lane There was a pretty cottage along the way I’m sure I recognised the name A litttle old lady passed us by I couldn’t believe what I’d seen That was her from Barkingham Palace Elizabeth the Queen

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Doggie Daycare I’m having a really lovely day Catching up with some of my mates They have new homes where they are free to roam No fences leads or gates Once man’s best friends there walks came to an end To heaven they were lifted up There’s a little place there called Doggie Daycare Where they look after the orphaned pups

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN A Little Girl We met a little girl today She told us she was seven Last year she wasn’t very well So Jesus carried her up to Heaven She said she’s very happy here now Her pain has gone away The sun is always shining And the angels come out to play She watches over her family She doesn’t want them to worry Because she’ll be waiting up here for them But there isn’t any hurry She wants them to carry on with life She doesn’t want them to be sad Jesus told her he’s saved a place for Brothers and sisters, mums and dads

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Daily Bread We’re down at Joseph and Mary’s shop Getting our groceries for the week It’s my idea of heaven So many goodies to eat I’d love a bit of cheddar cheese But my Master said it’s not good for my heart And just to make sure I don’t nibble on things I have to sit in the cart

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Noah We went for an early morning stroll Up out of bed with the lark Whilst we were down by the river We met Noah on his ark An upright gentle godly man Very very wise He told us about the animals he saved When the rain fell from the skies

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Night Shift We are busy on the night shift Making sure the stars are clean Dusting them off, next it’s a wash Then a polish with Mr Sheen

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Choir Practice Tonight we came to choir practice To hear the angels sing It’s hard to explain just how I felt The joy and peace within My Master got quite emotional I think he even cried So I let him know I’m always here Forever by his side

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Christ Cream We’re in the Christ Cream van Giving the children some treats They came up here to Heaven last week They didn’t have any water nor food to eat Here they shall have plenty Never to be hungry again Saved from a place that allows this disgrace It is such a crying shame

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN The Sunflowers We saw an artist at his easel He said he was Van Gogh I think he was the Dutch one That cut his left ear off I heard him tell my Master The day God let him in An angel appeared beside his bed And gave it back to him

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Jesus’s Donkey In the corner of a meadow Wildflowers growing free Stood a little donkey Underneath a tree “This donkey belongs to Jesus It’s written on the sign He rode it into Jerusalem Palm Sunday Easter time”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN The Reunion My Master picked poppies from the garden To lay at the foot of the cross In remembrance of the soldiers Whose lives were sadly lost As we neared the memorial He couldn’t believe what he saw It was his brother Jack Who never came back He was killed in the First World War They held each other very tight Like they did when they said their goodbyes And here they were together again Tears of joy fell from their eyes

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Paradise We have a beautiful garden The flowers are very nice My Master says “It’s heaven here This is paradise” There’s a very friendly angel Who often comes to call She likes to have a chat with us While she sits upon the wall

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Keys to the Kingdom Jesus was very kind to us He gave us the keys to our house Then he told my Master to say a prayer If he needed anything else

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Knock and it shall be opened You followed me for many years Stayed away from sin Took up your cross, had faith in me That’s why we’ve let you in So welcome to our heavenly realm To paradise with God Your friend can stay as he didn’t stray He’s been a very good dog

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Welcome Home We walked up the drive feeling so alive At peace, no reason to feel sad Waiting for their son to come home We’re my Master’s mum and dad “Just to hold you in our arms again So many years have passed But here we are together once more For eternity it shall last”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN God’s House I think it must be bin day There’s a lot of recycling about I wonder if the Apostles Take turns in putting them out My Master pushed the bell on the wall A voice said “Could you wait I’m sending my chap Peter To open up the gates.”

THE GARDENER WHO WENT TO HEAVEN Judgement Day Here we are on judgement day Standing before the Lord He’s checking in the Book of life Then we’re off through one of those doors I’m feeling very nervous I think I saw him frown Let us pray that we’re going up And he doesn’t send us down I chewed my Master’s slipper once I’ve chased our neighbours cat I can only hope he was busy that day And never saw any of that

THE GARDEN WHO WENT TO HEAVEN HEADING HOME Step by step he made his way Up into the clouds Then I heard my Master’s voice He called my name aloud Come on old friend, come follow me You can’t stay there alone We’ve spent our lives together And now we’re going home (Did you really think I’d leave the dog behind🙏)

The Gardener Went to Heaven The hands had stopped on the old church clock At twenty five minutes past eleven A staircase arose from the vegetable patch My Master was called up to Heaven I sat and watched him slowly ascend Heading up into the sky I thought about the times we’d had Those days now passed us by My tail would never wag again I whimpered and I whined Don’t leave me down here all alone I don’t want to be left behind

A Hard Days Work From a nook in a tree in the churchyard A wise old owl took flight A days work now done, gone is the sun The moon is shining bright My Master’s resting in the barrow He’s nodded off to sleep I’ll say a little prayer for him That the Lord his soul shall keep

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The Gardener Who Went To Heaven

The Gardener Who Went To Heaven,new book coming soon

At the end of the day As the end of the day Comes quietly to an end In the garden two best friends The scent of sweet peas fills the air The old man said his evening prayer

THE LONG WAIT I keep on trying to go to sleep I close my eyes up tight And then they open up again Because Santa’s coming tonight A HUGE THANK YOU To everyone who has taken the time to view my work and for the wonderful comments, it really is appreciated. May your Christmas be a Peaceful one. God Bless

ANOTHER YEAR PASSED The donkey’s cosy in the stable Supper’s waiting on the table Nearing the end of another year Gone the loved ones we hold so dear Still I miss my mum and dad Not in a way that makes me sad But it’s times like this I reminisce Thinking back to my childhood bliss Evenings around the radio Listening to our favourite show Hanging on the Christmas tree A chocolate reindeer just for me Snakes and ladders games were played In the garden snowmen made Life was oh so simple then We read real books and wrote with pens But time disappears like melting snow Seasons come, seasons go Memories still they linger on Of loved ones dear that now are gone

WE 3 PIGS It’s cold this morning down on the farm The animals still need to be fed The barrow rides fun but as soon as we’re done I’ll be straight back in my bed

WINTERS EVE Down the lane on a Winter’s Eve Went an old man and his dog Grateful for the year that had past They were off to church to thank God

THE BASKET I love my Master very much But sometimes have my doubts When I have to come out in the snow And pick his brussel sprouts

Chicken and Sheep The shepherd and the shepherd’s dog Have been feeding the chicken and sheep Now he’s stoked the fire up To warm their paws and feet

The Old Bridge Across the bridge where the river bends Go two best mates Two old friends

Breakfast My Master’s a little bit grumpy We’ve just got out of bed He ran out of milk for his cornflakes So we had to collect some eggs

My Sledge When it’s the middle of Winter The thing I love the most Is going out for a ride on my sledge And helping with the post

A Prayer, a pint, a pickled egg Painting process

A Pint and a Prayer I’m off to church with my Master Then we’ll pop in The Old Kings Head A prayer, a pint, a pickled egg And then it’s off home to bed

Cold Feet My Master’s in the garden I decided not to go He’s digging up some parsnips And picking brussels in the snow I’m watching from the cat flap Because I’m rather old I’m not so young as I used to be My paws now feel the cold

The Favourite On a Winter’s night the village lights Bid a welcome to a man and his dog He was off to say his evening prayers And ask a little favour of God

Unto Us We are spending the night in my Master’s hut It’s very cosy and warm The snow’s quite deep so we’re watching the sheep For unto us a lamb might be born

Gone Fishing Today we are going fishing My old master and me We’ve loaded up the nets and pots And we’re heading out to sea

Just a few little sketches

The Swing I played on this swing when I was a boy I went as high as I could I remember the joy Those childhood days, oh what times I had Given to me by my mum and dad They are no longer here to push me So I can’t go quite so high But I know that they’re both watching me From up there in the sky

The Harbour Wall A fisherman sat by the harbour wall With this thought he did contend Why had the sea got a beginning But it never has an end

Farrow and Ball My Master is painting the cabin It’s looking a little drab So he’s giving it a coat of Farrow and Ball And then we’re off to catch some crab

Memories The dog sat in the basket The old man leant on the wall Over the rooftops across the sea Distant memories call

Counting Sheep As the day comes to an end Beneath the westering sun The farmer’s busy counting sheep His work is nearly done This always makes him tired He’s ready for his bed He will curl up in the shepherd’s hut And there he’ll rest his head

Two Old Friends Year after year the daffy appear As the short days come to an end Spring has sprung, now warm is the sun Together sit two old friends

Jacket Spud Rich pickings from the garden Lots of veg in the trug I’m off to put the oven on And stick in a jacket spud

A Good Dog

The Wife My Master’s got a master I think she’s called the wife He told me he loves her very much But the sentence he got was life She gives him lots of jobs to do That’s the reason that he got me Then twice a day he can get away And walk me down by the sea

My Brother Jack My brother Jack He never came back He was lost at sea in the war They said time would heal But I’m starting to feel I miss him mor and more

A Busy Day It’s been a busy day old boy Time to rest our heads When I’ve finished my smoke In the bath I will soak And then we’ll head off to bed

One Man and His Dog My favourite programme is on tonight It really is a treat But I wish I was out there in the field Rounding up the sheep

The Meadow We are down in the bottom meadow It’s a beautiful summer’s day I love to ride on the Fergie When my Master’s making hay As he goes through the gears The wind in my ears There’s no place I’d rather be Then when the works done We drive home in the sun And have sausages for our tea

The Clouds We will soon be off for our morning walk Time you got off the bed The weather’s changed, it’s started to rain So you can’t bring little Ted

Hopes and Dreams I had a nice bath yesterday my fur was all fluffy and clean I started off this morning full of hopes and dreams We came down to the orchard By the old church wall My master was sprucing up the hives with a coat of Farrow and Ball He had so many jobs to do He was in a bit of a rush As one can see there’s more paint on me Than on his blooming brush Don’t take life for granted it can be a fickle thing Some days as sweet as honey but some days the bee may sting

A Day and a Night We rode on the bike For a day and a night My old Master and me Through valley and vale Over hill and dale And we ended up down by the sea

A Farmers Life This farmer’s life is a busy one He prays for rain, he prays for sun Ploughs the fields, sows the seeds There’s sheep, some pigs and his donkey to feed He’s got bright red tractor By his side his dog He makes hay while the sun shines With a little help from God

Til’ the Cows Come Home I’m always by my Master’s side When he leans on the old farm gate I don’t know what he’s looking for That’s become a bit of a debate People often stop to ask him When down the lane they roam He tells them that he’s waiting For the cows to come back home

Blocking in, paint thinned with a touch of walnut oil

Derek the Donkey We are off to feed Derek our donkey He likes his little treats He’s excited today because as well as his hay He’s got carrots and baby beets

One by One You can cut down all the flowers But you will never stop the spring Don’t abandon hope itself For hope will always win Take a leaf from this old man’s book As he sits in the morning sun Give no thought for tomorrow Turn the pages one by one

Grace My Master’s been busy cooking He’s got sausage and mash for tea I’m in my place saying grace Praying there’s a sausage for me

A Fisherman and His Dog Awaiting the tide my old dog by my side By the pots and nets he lays Down by the sea is the life for me Oh how I love these days

A Fisherman’s Life My Master’s life is a hard one A fisherman’s life is tough I haven’t got my sea legs yet And I’m feeling rather rough

One Day One day old friend when our days are done And we no longer rise with the moon or the sun To paradise well climb the stairs No more worries no more cares

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder My master comes down to the beach Most days of the week I don’t know what he’s looking for I don’t know whom he seeks He waits and waits, anticipates Then waits a little longer No one comes, no one goes Absence makes his heart grow fonder But I’m always here to lend an ear Day and night like the turning tides Down by the sea he will always have me Right here by his side

Where Flowers Grow In a room with a view, it could be me or you Together or maybe alone Feeling good, bad, happy or sad Sitting in a room of one’s own Life is much like a book, inside we must look Each chapter leading us to the end As the story is told our journey unfolds We meet lovers, villains and friends From day to day, we must listen and pray Be grateful for each God-given breath Read a line at a time as one day we will find We only have one page left That’s when the Robin shall sing The church bells will ring Pull the sally on the end of the rope And the gardener will know as he weeds and he goes Where flowers grow there will always be hope

The Blossom Tree At the bottom of the garden Beneath the blossom tree As the day comes to an end My old dog and me Not in any hurry We haven’t got time to rush Listening to the robin’s song The blackbird and the thrush

Never Shall We Part Like the waves of the sea We are always to be Sitting here I’ve realised We’ll be husband and wife forever There will never be goodbyes Together we belong the two of us Never shall we part Wherever I am you’ll be with me Always in my heart

The Robin The Robin doesn’t worry about what the day may bring He sits on the handle of the fork and to the gardener sings Hoping as the soil is turned He digs up a worm or two Let God decide, let God provide And the Robin will sing to you A huge thank you to all that visited the Saatchi exhibition, I am totally overwhelmed by the response🙏

Count Your Blessings For each sweet moment For each sunrise For every moment we open our eyes For the fields of gold For the fields of green For the beauty around us and the things unseen For the joy, for the peace for the comfort you bring For your Spirit, for your love for forgiving our sins For listening, for caring when breaking hearts bleed For just being there in our hour of need

Tending the Beds When my master is in the veggie patch Tending to the beds I count some sheep then go to sleep In the garden shed

The Shower It looks like he means business The showers going on I wish I could jump out of this bath Trust me, I’d be gone

Two little Pigs The tractor wouldn’t start today I think it’s gone on strike We had to go to the market So my master rode his bike He bought two little spotty pigs Now we’re heading home along the track We’ve got a pig up front in the basket And one in the cart at the back

Feeling Blessed Not everyone can find their way Along the narrow path on a summer’s day Not everyone can see the sky Watch the clouds just float on by Not everyone can hear the birds Or listen to the spoken word But God’s grace favoured this old man He’s feeling blessed for still he can

The Bicycle Ride On a moonlit night An old man on his bike Went for a ride with his dog They didn’t know where they were going to It was all in the hands of God

By the Light of the Moon Looking up at the night sky Thinking about my dear old dad A very wise man who taught me things when I was just a lad Never be scared of the bogeyman Who lives underneath your bed He’ll only come out if you’re naughty So be careful how you tread Don’t tell lies or your nose will grow And a policeman will knock at the door He’ll take away your box of toys Then give them to the poor Be loving, kind and generous Always say thank you and please He taught me about heaven when I was seven And how God made the moon out of cheese

She Loves Me Above the bay on a summer’s day Breaking Waves, the sound of the sea I still pick a flower like I did as a lad To see if she still loves me

Clouds We will soon be off for our morning walk Time you got off the bed The weathers changed it’s started to rain So you can’t bring little Ted