The flowers stand on proud stalks
There where my Savior walks.
And they open their petals for Him to see
Their long lasting fragrance and beauty.
I cannot see His flowing robes of white
But I know there in my garden is Holy light.
For every flower He touches may
I know be lovelier the next day.
Like in the garden of Gethsemane
He prays where no one can see
But I know He prays in my garden fair
Because all the flowers bow their heads in prayer.
Whenever I feel the need to restore my soul
I pray in the garden for He can make me whole
Worry, sorrow and all life's troubles
Seem to melt away like soap bubbles
For my Jesus knows I love him so much
I await his tender touch
Time will fly by and the appointed day
will come for us to meet I pray
Face to face in this special place.
He will walk me through the garden gate.
©Carol G. (Cali) Oliver
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