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 dear Master's feet.

©Sandra Lewis Pringle
2008
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