As a child
there was a place I did go
To dream my dreams that would flow
Through my mind as wisps of fog,
Swirling here and there as a prologue.
An introduction of secret things
For my childish mind to dream.
A beautiful place, as I opened the gate,
And entered in there to await.
Flowers of every kind I did see
And all around butterflies, and bees.
Suckling sweet nectar from each flower
As I watched, hour after hour.
My Secret Garden is still in my mind,
I find I still go there from time to time.
The sweet aroma, the melody in my heart,
As I open the gate and, let the thoughts start.
To You my Lord my mind does go
I do enjoy your fellowship so
In this wonderful place of retreat
Where You and I do love to meet!
1John 1: 6
If we say that we have fellowship with
him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and
do not the truth: