WALKING IN THE SACRED GROVE

I have roamed the sacred grove in early spring,
When leaves are just budding and birds sing,
The daffodils just showing each yellow head,
About the time when Joseph that prayer said.

I have been when the snow has carpeted the ground
And a very special sacred feeling is still found,
Like the purity of the gospel is being told anew,
And so my testimony stronger and wiser grew.

I have been in the summer with the busy throng,
But they are all quiet as they walk reverently along
In the shade of the trees protected from the sun,
Like the loving arms of Jesus, our beloved one.

Yesterday when I went through, it was fall,
And of all seasons to me came the strongest call,
For as the leaves fell, like blessing from above,
I thought of this great gospel of eternal love.

Time is running out, He will soon come again,
Will I be ready for His pure, long millennial reign?
As the leaves fell so silently to God I prayed,
That I would strive to be ready and not be afraid.

M Ann Margetson © October 26, 2000
2000/Walkingin
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