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.
by Marian Jones
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