Sunday, November 4, 2012

Far From The Garden


Far from the garden I wandered away
It was there that You met me on many a day
Each time that I entered I knew You’d be there
Waiting to see me and listen to my care.

How did it happen that we have lost touch?
When Lord, I knew that You loved me so much
Was it because You had banished my cares
And I no longer needed to meet with You there?

Walking alone, were You walking alone
While I, independent, tried to manage alone?
Even without any cares in the world
I still needed You and Lord,You still cared.

Father I want now to confess all my sin
I’ve come to Your garden Lord, please let me in
I long to hear You calling my name
Since I left Your garden life’s not been the same.

Wyn Barratt  Nov 2012.

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