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 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Mail

In The Garden
Sequenced by Randall Lawson
Smick & Smodoo's World