Strolling Life’s Garden

While strolling in Life’s Garden,

I saw beauty on every turn,

Bright flowers were all blooming,

Midst stately rows of fern.

Amongst such lovely splendor

Were roses full of thorns,

White lilies aged, with browning,

A product of Life’s Storms.

We too, have thorns and thistles

That prick and cause us pain;

Sometimes we trip and stumble,

But God pick us up again.

Then as we stroll Life’s Garden,

There are signs along the way;

If we will read and follow them,

We won’t get lost or stray.

Christ is the garden keeper,

Who tends our needs as well,

As long as we look up to Him,

His love won’t let us fail.