A field of flowers, far as the eye can see
All white and swaying freely
A closer look will reveal
Them to be the faces of child spirits
Too numerous to count, too many to view
All tender and all precious as a ewe
Gentle steps work their way through the scape
Behind them flowing a glorious billowing cape
With arms stretched low and fingers extended
They touch each face with the grace he intended
With each step the soil is stirred anew
Panning back reveals a glorious view
See, this is God's garden grand and great
He's walking amongst his children with an ever slow gait
Inhaling the aroma of this children's praise
Caring for each bloom in specific ways
The Lord of Host tills the soil of his great lot
With his great glory his one thought
Amazing grace and never ending love
As the Father cares for his garden below from above
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