I'm In My Garden
As I kneel and weed in my flower
beds, my favourite hymn I hear;
The words take on new meaning as I quietly work with what's dear.
Pink roses hear the music-of-my-mind and sweet strings of a violin
Lilies join with a cello and the daisies start to sway.
Bellflowers, white and angelic, give the peaceful sound of the
Lupins add a soft, loving chord that touches the bass in my heart.
Lavender, like the sound of a flute, beckons Cupid's Dart
And its clarinet softly wakens Cranesbill and sax is now, too,
Hollyhocks blow on the trumpet and the clematis starts to sing;
Hostas play a gentle drum and a bird comes in on a wing.
The Linden is the conductor and it beckons the Spruce to join
So softly and gently the cymbals take part and a butterfly wanders
This early-morning orchestra is sent from heaven above;
As I come to my garden alone each day, I hear God's words of love.
He speaks to me and I listen as He bids all nature sing
For I am in God's garden of love and His peace to me He does bring.
Joan Adams Burchell
July 8, 2002