IN MY GARDEN

In my garden filled with flowers,
I sit in quiet prayer,
And as I look around me
I see God everywhere.



He's in the fragrant roses
In glorious array,
Their perfume lingers in the air
And takes my breath away.



A gentle breeze is blowing
Sunshine warms my face.
How near to God I feel,
In this enchanting place.



I see His hand in everything,
Sweet gifts sent from above.
My soul knows only peace,
As I rest here in His love.

Copyright Marian Jones 7/03









The kiss of sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth-
One is nearer to God in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth

Dorothy Gurney 1858-1932