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 we now can take for granted 
And think it normal every day To smell these flowers you've planted.

     P. Davis