The Garden of Prayer

by Linda Lufkin

This morning I went to the garden of prayer,

And found my Lord waiting patiently there.

My greeting was met with a bouquet of love.

As He welcomed me back to heaven above.

“Dear Lord, forgive me.” I faintly cried.

“For taking so long to come to your side. 

I find myself busy with cares of my own

And sometimes forget to come to Your throne.

Problems surround me and time passes by,

And life gives me heartache, making me cry.

Then I get tired, anxious and weak,

Next thing I know, Your face I must seek.”

He held out His hand with His nail-pierced palm,

And told me relax and try to stay calm.

I saw in His eyes compassion and grace,

And I knew I belonged in this heavenly place.

Worship surrounded Him, angels with song,

Beauty beheld Him all the day long.

Peace like a stream flowing gently around,

Until you could hear but a whispering sound.

Love blossomed there with a brilliant array;

I wanted to stay the entire day.

But chores must be finished, errands be done,

People to meet and hearts to be won.

A glimmer of hope welled up in my heart,

With peace in my mind that would never depart.

I had strength to meet the needs of the day,

All because I went to the garden to pray.

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