The Secret Garden

I have a Secret Garden
Where I love to reminisce;
To hear my winged friends singing
And feel the sun's warm kiss;
As I glory in the beauty
Of lovely flowers so fair;
I praise God for these blessings
And lift my heart in prayer.

I think of another Garden
Where Jesus prayed alone,
In His emotional agony
Uttering a desperate groan;
Yet in His brave obedience
Counting His life but loss,
He walked the path of suffering
To save us by His Cross.

Today, in a different garden
We plan to have some fun,
Reaching out in fellowship,
With love for every one.
Using our talents freely,
In music, word or song,
Still praising our Lord and Saviour
To Whom we all belong!

Honoria A. Groves

August 2001