Garden Of Prayer So Sweet

What God has kissed,
still it lingers,
upon each petal and blade,
and I feel close to Him here.

Dawn filtered in mist,
with gossamer fingers,
annoints the fragrant shade,
caressing what I hold dear.


Bleeding Hearts and Jasmine,
Lilly of Valley and Thyme,
Bluebells and Moon Flower,
Lilac and dainty Columbine

I welcome Him to enter in,
and worship in joy sublime.
How lovely is the early hour
When I am His and He is mine.


The Morning Glory so tranquil,
lifting heads in upward gaze.
The Forget Me Not billows,
blooming at the Savior's feet.

Like a botanical hymnal, 
the Earth sings His praise. 
where His beauty overflows
in a garden of prayer so sweet.

by Kimarie Manhart-Freeman