I’ve talked to my flowers I’ve watered, weeded and gathered roses, lilies, lilacs – so graceful, yet so real like summertime, so sincere petals drenched by morning dew rising, gentle as the glorious hue two-toned vision of beautiful and new fresh cut flowers in gold, red and blue I’ve chatted with my flowers, I’ve listened as their tears fell lightly still as the summer, stirring feelings like laughter, I’ve talked to my Father, as I strolled through His garden a garden of joy – a garden of glory His garden holds more hope more wonder and encouragement, more light and healing more grace than opinion His garden is filled with love pure adoration, purest form of creation while the winds whisper through the petals, collecting songs shaped by the heavens my heart heals, my love – so real I’ve talked to my flowers – I’ve talked to my Father believe me when I say, true love will find a way His love is the reason I pray, offering up my heart, my praise Assurance that His love will stay – His love feeds my garden A garden flooded with peace and grace A garden created by hope and praise A garden of joy, a garden of faith – a garden He chose When He came to show me the meaning of His cross, A cross that assures me my soul won’t be lost A cross that reminds me of what love surely cost A cross that brought me a hope for everlasting – In His garden, my soul is protected by the love that comes to life ending all my strife stirring my heart to try – never stop trying – because one day, He’s coming back on the wings of a love that is forever great a love that seeks the lost and forgives despite the cost. Oh, dear Lord… I am still singing Your song Love is alive and He is my heart’s guide In His garden, this great love will thrive.