Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Flowers Of Truth

On considering the privilege of access to God's truth 


We walk in the secret garden of God, 
 A holy and hidden place. 
Yet here we walk - without restraint 
 As a privilege of His grace. 

 We rest among the flowers of truth 
 That for men of every age 
Have yielded the fragrance of knowledge 
And enlightened the eyes of the sage. 

Oh! can it be that we're really here, 
And allowed here every day, 
To handle these lovely, living truths 
As a child consumed in play. 

Thank you, Lord, for privilege bought,  
Which now, we take for granted 
And think it normal every day 
To smell these flowers you've planted.

     P. Davis