The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,--
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
From God's Garden by
Dorothy Frances Gurney
Gen.3:8
And they heard the sound of the Lord God
walking in the garden in the cool of the day...
Time began in a garden; little wonder then that we
Feel closer to God's heartbeat in nature's tranquility
To witness the unfolding of a seed, to bud, to flow'r
Grants the sacred Beholding of God's majesty and pow'r
What privilege to labour where the world's noise is subdued
By He whose lavish Favour fills our hearts with gratitude
...and kindles genial ardour for the holy ground of soil
Beneath cloud-tumbled arbour we worship with sweat and toil
We find friendship in flowers and soft serenade of breeze
As we linger in bowers with birds, butterflies and bees
Content with wonder driven from a plot of awesome worth
Gleaning glimpses of Heaven from the gardens of the earth
Where, though this is no Eden; (Adam's curse is ours to bear)
God still walks in the garden; oh, what joy to meet Him there
Better than lust for leisure or the futile quest for Things
Is the unparalleled pleasure only a garden brings
Janet Martin
of seed...
to bud...
...to flow'r!
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