A place to pay homage to God |
Oft I find, at the end of the day, I need a quiet place to. Commune with God, A place of serenity. In the Garden of Prayer There's.a tranquil Brook Whose waters flow Unhindered out to sea. The mirrored reflection Looking back at me, Brings about feelings Of contentment and Inner peace. This is where God dwells. A smile slips across my face As I praise my Saviour. Yes, God is in this place. I overlook the cacophony of Sounds made by the milieu, Penetrating the stillness of the eve: The chirping of the crickets, The concert of the nightingales, The croaking of a lonesome frog Calling from a nearby tree. This is where God dwells. A smile slips across my face As I praise my Saviour. Yes, God is in this place, I have found my quiet place, My Garden of Prayer, A place where I can be alone with My creator, my King, and my God. My spirit is stilled. Sweet contentment, Sweet rest. Janice Bumbalough Marler © September 08, 2003/2018 poetrybyjan@gmail.com Psalms 139 (NIV) You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. |