The Garden Beyond
I pictured a garden that I would create.
A garden without a garden gate.
I pictured a garden against a cottage, white
A garden full of God’s pure light.
The garden would be full of flowers all pink, A few lavender, and white ones distinct .
The garden would be be ours in God’s morning and night.
It would appeal to our spiritual sight.
This garden is a work never ending.
Many hours of toil we’ll be spending.
To help it grow to a marvelous state.
Even without a garden gate.
For we know creation had not a garden gate.
But the Heavenly Father was in that estate.
Now He walks through our garden each morning and night.
And serenity becomes ours in His true light.
For the peace it has brought us deep in our hearts.
What awaits us in heaven and sets us apart.
Just knowing a garden up there now awaits.
When one day we walk through God’s garden gate.
This beautiful poem was sent to me by Cynthia McKee,
I use it with permission for all to enjoy.