My garden is a peaceful place
Where I can go to slow my pace.
There while digging in the sod
I seek direction from my God.
No problem is too big or small;
He listens to them, one and all.
I always know I’ll find Him there
To comfort me and hear my prayer.
I often run a little late,
But lovingly He always waits
To share my joy and hear my cares
In my lovely place of prayer.
We talk a lot, my God and I;
He lets me laugh, He lets me cry.
And when I don’t know where to start,
It’s them He listens to my heart.
by Bernice Maddux
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