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EdenGarden of delight, where our parents were born On holy grounds made with love --absent of scorn Plants, trees, fruit, light and air All needs meet Every care A garden of treasure Filled with pleasure Walking with God Pure bliss without measure… Walking with God Hearing His voice Until another voice Made its existence known. The voice of God can still be heard In nature, in our hearts and in His eternal word. Today, we pray to our Lord God Who can hear our voice and plea To love and lead us Toward His perpetual Garden --cared for by Christ For all Eternity. Julie Pisacane © 2010 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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