God purposed in His heart,
A garden to produce;
He chose the chiefest site,
Did not remain aloof.
Each day He came and tilled,
The soil needed breaking-up;
Huge boulders were removed,
Whole hillsides moved about.
A tree was planted here,
Another moved away;
In time the landscape changed,
Not a thing remained the same.
The mountains were a back-drop,
The clouds and sky above;
And every way you turned about,
Showed all of His great love.
A Master Gardner looks ahead,
He notices not the weeds;
He sees everything beautiful,
And, takes care of every need.
Digging deep, He planted bushes,
Some that flowered and some evergreen;
A profusion of varied colors,
Dark and light, and some inbetween.
Now, He off-set rows of color,
With a dab of white and blue;
And then, right in the middle,
A fountain from the rocks, did hew.
Rows of fruit trees on the South side,
On the North were cedar trees;
To the East were finest spices,
And the West, tall evergreens.
From the mountain He did chisel,
Chipped away, for all to see;
Beneath a ledge that was protruding,
There He formed a cleft for me.
In times of trial and trouble,
To God's Garden I can flee;
There He has a place of refuge,
Safe, protecting...real security.
Hand-in-hand we'll walk together,
Past the flowers...neath the trees;
Cool refreshing at the fountain,
In the cleft, He'll shelter me.
When the dark clouds hover o'er me,
Life's struggles wear me down;
To God's Garden I will journey,
In His presence...safe and sound.
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