Sometimes when faith is running low And I
cannot fathom why things are so... I walk among the flowers I
grow And learn the "answers" to all I would know! For among my
flowers I have come to see Life's miracle and its
mystery... And standing in silence and reverie My faith comes
flooding back to me!
My Garden of
Prayer
My garden beautifies my yard And adds
fragrance to the air.... But it is also my cathedral And my
quiet place of prayer... So little do we realize That "The
Glory and The Power" Of He who made the universe Lies hidden
in a flower.
