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Sanctuary
My garden is a place of prayer
I see my blessings clearest there
For though my house is plain and small
It changes to a festive hall
When at my door the crocus blooms
And I can liven drabbest rooms
With daffodils, verbenas, stocks
Petunias, columbine, and phlox
Store crimson leaves and straw bouquets
For cheeriness in winter days
The pain and bitterness I've known
Fade when I pick a rose half-blown
And when new trials mock ahead
I kneel beside my pansy bed.
God talked with man in eden's shade
Christ sought a garden when He prayed.
by Sudie Stuart Hagar
