God's Gift

We were at the garden --- the garden of life, lonely and longing for a blossom to bloom for us. We watered the garden with our tears. The soil turned fertile; but not a trace of seed found. Supplications were made unto HIM. Silence from HIM prevailed betwixt HIM and us. Days rolled on and our hairs grey; yet our faith on HIM stood steadfast. We were almost in a fruitless stay, drenched in our tears shed, drowning in the pond of tears. A Clarion Call unto us! Songsters broke the silence of the dawn, Butterflies opened their wings across us. The garden of life in us quickened by a mysterious breeze. We were made awake. What a wonder! A seed sprouted to a blossom and bloomed. Fragrance of mystery embraced us and our tears of sorrow turned tears of joy. It was the day of wonder, the day of HIS Gift offered unto us. We named the blossom God's Gift, and offered THANKS unto HIM. Across five years of voyaging we look back. Still the moments are fresh and sweet, She hath been in the Lord's fold, And it's our prayer we with her dwell in the Lord. We've our faith and hope on HIM.