Within my hearts garden,
I see the beauty
of flowers, and ivy, and trees abounding.
Who can I thank for each precious seed?
Only the Lord, the God of my dreams.
Each morning I watch, you awake life in the garden,
And tend to the tiniest frail little pompon.
I think to myself how lovely it is to sit here and watch,
giving my joyful praise.
Forever You call me,
“My daughter, my friend”.
So “My Father, my friend” I will say to the end.