It must have been peaceful in Your garden
Before sin’s fateful sting
I imagine that it was restful, Lord
As Adam named each living thing.
That’s how I feel as I sit with You
And listen to the breeze
As butterflies float by with grace
Their dance performed with ease.
The fruit is full
It’s ready to pick
I have no complaints
I’m safe in Your grip.
You see to my needs
You hold onto my cares
You do what is right
You’re faithful and fair.
It must have been peaceful in Your garden, Lord
As it always is in mine
When I sit and think on thee, my King
With a thankful frame of mind.
(All photos courtesy of Pixabay.com )
September 5, 2019