A WALK IN THE GARDEN

There is a spot, a tiny dot
A door to a heavenly garden plot
Where children go to gather flowers
And play among cloistered bowers.

A place hidden in a valley dale;
Where the air is full of chiming bells!
You won’t find it on this earthly plain
But above where cottony clouds reign!

Right there in the pocket of a sylvan glen,
Just where the rainbow’s colors blend!
The skies sparkle with bright sunshine
Dripping star lights on really tall pines!

Yes, in the arbor niche of trees,
A path littered with golden leaves
An opening you’ll clearly see
Just small enough for you and me!

Look! It’s the door to the spot
Of the secret flower plot!
Beautiful flowers of every hue;
My favorite one is called “True Blue”!

The constant gardener is there;
To plant, prune and repair.
He tells me such wonderful stories
Of love, joy and his Father’s Glory.

What’s so special about this tiny spot?
Don’t you know it’s located in your heart?!
I like to enter the garden day and night,
On my prayer wings I take flight!

Let’s pray together, just we two!
The gardener says, “I’m in the midst of you”!
He’ll teach us how to nurture the flowers
And we’ll talk with him for hours and hours.

He is so kind and very sweet.
Someone you will want to meet!
I call him my good friend and brother.
His love is true and lasts forever!