Into the Garden

I come into the garden
Where many beauties grow
Where saplings sprout and harden
Where flowers bloom and glow

The fresh and fragrant flowers
Are sending scents sublime
As from the verdant bowers
The vines and ivy climb

I come, my heart desires
To find some precious thing
Some beauty that inspires
I come to meet my King

I look at His creation
The leaves, both far and near
What beauty past summation!
I know my King is here

I feel His presence with me
Though He cannot be seen
I feel His gladness fill me
Amidst this world so green

Bright rays of light are spilling
Through canopies of trees
And from the trees comes trilling
The songs of birds and bees

For just as spring’s bright beauty
Breaks forth from winters bleak
He plants new life within me
Whenever Him I seek

The lovely flowers show me
That He who made me whole
Shall plant bright hope and beauty
Within my ransomed soul

The Artist of creation
Shall clear my eyes to see
His infinite provision
His lovely gifts for me

And as, amidst such glory
I pause against a tree
I hear a wondrous story
Of Him who set me free

For lo! a sight of wonder
The greatest gift He gave
Amidst the garden splendor
I see an empty grave

He lives; my King has risen!
He gives new life to me
I’m treasured and forgiven
From death He set me free

With joy and hope so ceaseless
My heart is filled by Him
With love and peace so priceless
He overflows my brim

I come into the garden
To see His works of art
I think upon His pardon
He overwhelms my heart