The Lord God planted a garden
In the first days of the world,
And he set there an angel warden
In a garment of light unfurled.
So near to the peace of Heaven
That the hawk might nest with the wren,
For there in the cool of even
God walked with the first of men.
And I dream that these garden-closes
With their shade and their sun-flecked sod
And their lilies and bowers of roses,
Were laid by the hand of God.
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
Frances Hodgson Burnett who wrote "The Secret Garden" loved this poem. She is quoted as adding "As long as one has a garden, one has a future and as long as one has a future, one lives."
This is Moya Andrews, and today we focused on god’s garden.