The beautiful words of Pslam 23 have at times prettified me and given me hope on some of my darkest days.
I wrote this poem just to reflect on the pslam and how important it is to me.
As I wander through the green uncut grass
the stories of the garden unfold.
Imprinted into the soil, deep dark tunnels of despair,
My burdens glistened into the dewy footprints of life
I know that I am the gardener, listening to the creator.
With every seed thats sown, I learn more of him.
When I doubt, he lifts me up, reminds me that I can grow.
He leads me through valleys that I never knew existed,
waters my soul with life giving streams, which hydrate me.
Growing in a new place, Where its safe to sit and stay.
With him I am at peace to say no words,
as he knows my…
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One of my most favorite hymns has always been “In the Garden”. I walk through our gardens alone often and The Spirit is always with me, helping me through each day, gently talking to me. He tells me I am His own and I believe this to be true, especially in our darkest moments. What else is there?
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How precious, Sharon. Yes. What else is there? To realize that we live and breathe Spirit, that Spirit exudes Life, that Life exudes Spirit, is to walk in all gardens as Holy Places.
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