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Each day we are called to God's garden of grace
He beckons us sweetly and calls, "come unto me"
He paid the price for our salvation and our sins erased,
Our Savior is our Dearest Friend, who has set us free.
He awaits in the garden in the most secret place
We know just where to find him every day,
As we draw nigh unto Him......we can almost see his joyful face,
He will draw nigh to us in this blessed gospel way.
The Rose of Sharon blooms, there who is fairest of them all
His beauty and splendor, we can always behold,
He is our peace and refuge.......the Lily of the Valley,
The fairest of ten thousand to our soul.
In God's garden of grace, the fragrance is so sweet
Each flower blooming is watered by dew drops,
from God's loving hand,
His presence is so real-- all his promises He will fulfill,
He tends his garden of grace and on each promise, we can stand.
His garden of grace can be found inside our heart's open door
His Spirit lives within, to guide us each new day,
He meets with us in fellowship and our spirits can soar,
In God's garden of grace....we see Jesus, who is the only way.
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Blessings In Christ,
Jo Ann Kelly © 2006, 2003.
J. P.'s Inspirations
This writing may be used in its entirety,
with credits intact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.
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