Garden of Heaven
In the quiet of the morning, where the flowers softly sway,
There lies a garden pure and bright, where God’s own angels play.
With every bloom and every leaf, His hand has gently sown,
A paradise of peace and love, in every seed that’s grown.
Through trials faced and joys embraced, His garden is our guide,
A testament to faith and grace, with Him we will abide.
Divine Blossoms
In God’s own garden, where the light of heaven shines,
We find a peace that fills our hearts, a love that’s so divine.
With roses red and lilies white, with tulips gold and blue,
Each flower tells a story, of God’s pure love so true.
In every petal, every scent, His presence we can see,
For in the garden of our souls, His grace will always be.
Divine Bloom
In God’s own garden, beauty grows,
With every flower, love bestows.
A paradise of colors bright,
Where every soul finds pure delight.
In petals soft and leaves so green,
God’s gentle touch is clearly seen.
Each blossom whispers of His grace,
A testament in every place.
The garden blooms with faith and love,
Beneath the watchful eye above.
In every scent, in every hue,
God’s promise shines, forever true.
So let us walk in garden’s light,
With hearts so pure, in love’s own sight.
For in God’s garden, we shall find,
The peace and joy of love divine.
