The flowers stand on proud
There, where my Savior walks
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 on 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 healing tender touch.
Time will fly by and some appointed day
Will come for us to meet I pray
Because of Him my garden has
Become hallowed ground
The animals and birds mingle all around.
It is a safe, secure and special place
Where I may meet my Master face to face.
©Carol G. Oliver