I walk in the garden,
Along the rock wall,
Down the footpath,
In answer to your call.
I see you there beneath,
The old Willow tree,
Beaming a loving smile,
As you wait for me.
Patting the weathered bench,
Inviting me to relax,
Clearing away the dust,
Blowing it from the cracks.
I sigh as I eagerly join you,
Lean my head against you.
We thank the Lord for our garden,
Something we routinely do.
We look at the splendor,
Birds and butterflies as they fly,
Brush off and occasional leaf,
When the wind puffs one by.
What a blessing the Lord hath given,
Two people sharing a life of love,
Blessings so abundantly sent,
From the loving Father above.
Children grown and married,
Grandkids bless us along life's way,
We have so much to be thankful for,
We lift grateful words each time we pray.
Thank You Lord for all the flowers,
The little creatures that in our garden live,
The tiny insects that are beneficial,
To this special garden that You give.
Thank You Jesus for a partner,
To share the many blessings received,
We owe our all to You sweet Jesus,
Beloved Father in You we believe.
September 18, 2007