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When I walk through my garden
I walk, with God, each day
We
have a conversation
With His kindness, He shows the
way
He speaks to me with beauty
Sharing
His best with me
My eyes, He has given
So that, His
creation, I may see
He fills the air with
perfume
It's of the sweetest kind
The mixture is
delightful
All fragrances, combined
Within the breeze, He whispers
His
voice can be heard
It's harmonizing music
With the
songs, of every bird
Roughened textures on the
tree
Or the velvet touch, of flowers
A closeness I
feel, with My God
I could stay in my garden for
hours
A taste of perfection, with
Him
Is this not the life we crave
Take a walk, in
the garden, with God
Just look at the beauty He
gave
And with all this He gives
As I walk, in my garden, there
He even allows me to speak, with Him
Through the Blessing, of Prayer
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Original Poem 3/29/04 - Revised 4/12/08
All Poetry Original & Revised Versions were written by
Kathryn Sunday Davis
Unless otherwise noted on the page.
I do not revise or claim poetry that I did not originally write.
