In a garden of prayer, there is love.
|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,
Lily of the 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.
Love and life began in a garden. God formed man from the mud in
the garden of Eden, among the lush and lovely flowers, plants, and trees
God came daily in the cool of the morning to visit Adam and Eve
and commune with them. Jesus loved gardens, he prayed his passionate
prayer to the Father in Gethsemane during his final hours before his crucifixion.
"Then the man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God
as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day.."
The beloved hymn,"In The Garden", has comforted many a
sorrow-filled heart. Here is a portion of it:
"I come to the garden alone,
while the dew is still on the roses,
and the voice I hear falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses,
and He walks with me, and He talks with me,
and He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known"
God is a garden, He is ever-blooming, full of glory and beauty.
Gardens are such a lovely place to commune with the LORD.