In the garden, you are,
And that was once my home
Yet now I’m in the world,
Longing to get back inside.
Lead me back there, Father,
Washed clean of all impurity
Robed in soft, lovely white.
By your feet, I listen
To your wonderful words
And my soul swells joyfully
Until a song bursts forth
As a bird from a cage.
Undeniable, your love is
As you show me a
Leather bound book; my life,
Written by your loving hand.
I hear your gentle call,
My heart beating for you;
Here I am, Father, friend,
Your child to the end.
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