My Secret Garden

There is a place of beauty,
That God made with His hands.
I call it  My Secret Garden ,
That s greener than all green lands.
 
A place of wonder,
With grass so high.
Colorful flowers,
Beneath the bluest sky.
 
A place of peace,
A place of prayer.
The strong winds blowing,
All through the air.
 
With trees so tall,
The sun so bright,
Glistening dew,
And birds a flight.
 
I look up to my God above.
Bending on my knees.
And He looks upon His child,
Standing in the breeze.

~ Autumn Marie Bentham ~

[ by: Autumn Marie Bentham, Copyright © 2007 (bgbentham@yahoo.com) -- from Autumn Bentham ]