There is a place where
my heart longs for a
place of sweet gentle rest.
In Your Garden of Praise
I come to seek You
Oh Ancient of Days.
In Your Garden my aching soul
finds peace;as I look upon
The One who Loves me.
The One who carried my
Cross;For it is He that
gently leads me and gives
me faith to believe.
The sweetest voice I hear
is when God draws so near;
No other Beauty have I seen
as the Beauty of He.
As the Glorious Beauty
of God’s presence will
one day fill the earth;
all of creation will bow down
To worship the God man from
Calvary.
Oh my Saviour Your life's
Blood was shed for me.
I now hold the Hand that
was pierced at Calvary;
One day I will behold His garment
in White array;that shines brighter
than the sun of the noon day.
I shall see the Face of God;
this Joy I have in my heart
as one earth I trod.
When I'm in the Garden of His praise
My Lord,gives
me a glimpse in my heart
to look upon His Holy Face.
The Sweetest Love that I know
is when Jesus Love fills my soul.
My Saviour gently lovingly
calls out to me.
"Come into My Garden today and
praise and worship the Great I AM;
let me fill your heart with songs
of praise oh seek My Love for You;
I long to fill your heart today."
I hear Him say,to me;
"My precious one a long for thee;
to take away your fears
and the cares that plaque
your weary heart;
will you not come and
place them at my feet?"
As I enter into the Garden
of His Praise each day.
My Jesus there waits for me.
Tenderly He calls out my
name ,”Come precious one walk
with me come and fulfill
Your God given destiny...
"You are a royal child
amongst a royal priesthood
created for time and eternity.
You were created and born,
Set apart to praise my Holy
Name.Your love
for Me,always begins in your heart
As you enter into the Garden of
My Praise."
"Oh hear My voice,My Beloved Bride
will You not enter into
the Garden of My Praise
today?"
To say "beautiful praise" after all that yellow might begin to sound redundant, but there aren't many other words to describe it. Simply, beautiful praise.
16 Sep 2007
Dee, I like the way you picture the Garden of Praise. It makes one feel rested. Sometimes life gets so busy that it is hard to get away into that Garden of Praise. Right now my husband is having to have twice daily I.V.'s to clear up an infection. This means a twice-daily drive of a half hour each way and a 2 - 3 hour session of I.V.'s. It is hard on the body and hard on the schedule. Please forgive me if I don't get to all your articles. Thanks. ... Helen
Dee...Your words take us right to that lovely Garden of Praise and we feel we are there with our Savior, hearing Him encourage us to release our SELVES to Him so we can receive all the LOVE He has for us. You have a gift of sharing the beauty and wonder of God's Love and you place it before us for all to see. Thank you! God bless you! Love, Peggy
Oh Dee, I so agree with the others, this poem is extremely beautiful. In His garden of praise what a beautiful title as well. Keep writing for His glory Sweetheart. I love you, Sharon
Hi Sis.Dee, it's nice to read your writing again! This is a beautiful poem, that reminds me to praise God always. Nice title too!( I left a message in your PM-please check)Blessings, Gloria
