Into the Garden

I come into the garden Where many beauties grow Where saplings sprout and harden Where flowers bloom and glow The fresh and fragrant flowers Are sending scents sublime As from the verdant bowers The vines and ivy climb I come, my heart desires To find some precious thing Some beauty that inspires I come to meet my King I look at His creation The leaves, both far and near What beauty past summation! I know my King is here I feel His presence with me Though He cannot be seen I feel His gladness fill me Amidst this world so green Bright rays of light are spilling Through canopies of trees And from the trees comes trilling The songs of birds and bees For just as spring’s bright beauty Breaks forth from winters bleak He plants new life within me Whenever Him I seek The lovely flowers show me That He who made me whole Shall plant bright hope and beauty Within my ransomed soul The Artist of creation Shall clear my eyes to see His infinite provision His lovely gifts for me And as, amidst such glory I pause against a tree I hear a wondrous story Of Him who set me free For lo! a sight of wonder The greatest gift He gave Amidst the garden splendor I see an empty grave He lives; my King has risen! He gives new life to me I’m treasured and forgiven From death He set me free With joy and hope so ceaseless My heart is filled by Him With love and peace so priceless He overflows my brim I come into the garden To see His works of art I think upon His pardon He overwhelms my heart