With God in the Garden
By Marjorie Eldred
There comes a bright and happy day
When you and I will pause,
Forget about the shadows, grey,
And look instead at The Cause.
We’ll follow Spring’s voice and go outside
While she’s still waiting there.
We’ll touch, with her, the Primrose face
And breathe her gentle air.
Behold the budding Tulip poised
And waiting for the time
When sunlight brings her forth to bloom
In splendor, so sublime.
We’ll walk through Autumn’s cast-off clothes
And search for the promise of
New dresses of yellow and white and rose,
Spring, wearing the Father’s Love.
And when we must pick up our task,
Return to the stress and strain,
We’ll take with us that Love, we’ll ask,
“Can’t we visit the garden again?”
For we found our Father waiting there,
His arms stretched out to cheer,
To solace, refresh, confirm His care
For us, still struggling here.
He waits there still, so let’s take the time
To welcome Spring, Summer, Fall.
To immerse our souls, yes, both yours and mine,
In the Love oe’r the garden wall.