I have a quiet place deep inside my soul...
I go there to rest when the world has taken its toll.
It's my own special Garden...
where the wild flowers grow...
I sit against a tree...
and watch the Gardner sow.
He turns and smiles as He works...
we do not need to talk.
He knows my need for quiet,
as He speaks to me by thought.
I rest in the warmth of His Son...
and listen to His quiet voice...
as He speaks to me of things...
that make my soul rejoice.
I smile at the gentle Love
that rests upon His face...
For I know that the Gardner is my Father
and I am covered by His Grace.



