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 © 2003 by Marian Jones