Knock,
knock, knock
My ears perk
A melodious sound
The Gardener approaches
With the hope of being found
Feet race
This heart soars
Giddiness ensues
Melt away the morning dews
Hands tremble
The gate opens wide
Nail-scarred feet
Soon by my side
A hastening glance
Words unspoken
The sight raises bile
But a lingering smile
Ashes remain
From a time before
Darkness had been here
To return nevermore
Flames ablaze
Set by His loving hand
Desiring to rid
The thorns from the land
His smile widens
Delight in His grip
Joy in His eyes
As He wonderfully sighs
Out of His lips
The life-giving well rids
Flowing over all
Daring not to stall
His Presence saturates
All in His sight
What was once dead
Now has life
Chrysanthemums of generosity
Bloom in radiance
Daffodils of integrity
Abound in extravagance
Tulips of love
Pop up rapidly
And buttercups of grace
Consume the place
The Gardener continues
No end to be known
The garden thrives
His touch makes it come alive
Beauty is found
Where death did abound
Awe and wonder
Are now the thoughts I ponder
Such a beautiful place
None has ever seen
Until the Gardener
For sure has been
His works are wonderful
But the beloved spot
There is no doubt
Is my favorite lot
There is a swing
Full of pain, grief, and sorrow
Where I sat
During the former tomorrow
Every night I cried out to Him
My garden was dying
I did not know where to begin
In my anguish
He set my world on turn
Every single fruit
Destined to burn
It was from that swing
Intimacy I discovered
Where the gardener
Prioritized to hover
Tis true
The fire caused pain
But in that moment
My Gardener took my shame
That swing in the middle
I clung so tight
I trusted Him with all might
After the worst
Back again He returned
For a remnant remained
One lonely swing full of adoration and praise
Around the swing
Began His love
With tender-hearted care
He infiltrated beauty from above
Richness and goodness
Define the garden I now know
His fingerprints
Seem to gloriously glow
I take Him to the swing
Where His love He does bring
Thistles are no more
Satisfaction is the core
Time with Him is oh so sweet
My Gardener
I desire you
To swiftly meet
*Isaiah 5:1-7*
