I HEAR HIM IN MY GARDEN

. I came across this beautiful poem:

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We. . . .

. Walk hand in hand Shoulder to shoulder .

Every evening Strolling Down a garden path Passionate discussions Burning thoughts

. . Every evening The trees Clap Or sway Or bow To Him Reverently . Even they know Creator They follow us Eaves dropping . Trickling streams Splash reflections Sunlit with Extra sparkle Rapid water falls Mingled springs unite . . . . .

When He passes by The flowers Go from buds to fragrant blossoms Opening Breezy spices Released precisely

. When He walks by Arm and arm with me Every evening Together The birds Sing a new song Exalting Him . From treetop high In emerald forest Sun beams Spotlights The floral path We take . All of nature longs To be me Walking Laughing Quietly Talking With Him .

Written by Lee