Walking in My Garden
While walking in my garden,
I find such comfort and sweet peace.
I feel as if I'm standing at the threshhold
of my Master's feet.
So much grandeur;
so much beauty there,
I find, often, it becomes
my little house of prayer.
I commune with My Savior,
In Him, I find perfect rest;
As I look upon my garden,
I feel so very blessed.
I speak to the folded ears of the roses,
of all my cares and pain;
Like them, I need a blessing,
a refreshment from the showers and the rain.
I touch the fragile blossoms,
feel their softness at my fingertips;
My spirit is renewed,
at the nourishment that God gives.
While walking in my garden,
I find such comfort and sweet peace.
I feel as if I'm standing at the threshhold,
of my Master's feet.
© Sandra Lewis Pringle,
Author of Singing Loudly as Lions Roar.
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