There is a garden so divine.
A place to quiet my busy mind.
Where the fruit of Spirit so sweet and ripe,
is there to nourish my soul through day and night.
In Yahweh’s garden where the sky is clear
And the sound of silence is music to my ears…
Where the quiet voice of Spirit reminds me who I am --
I feel the oneness of us all within the great I Am.
In Yahweh’s garden, in Yahweh’s garden.
There is a garden where dew drops shine,
A place to still my restless mind.
Where the blooms of Yahwey so soft and pure.
Their fragrance floating in the silence...
So I breathe along the lakeshore, to the clearing on the hill.
Through the narrow gate of silence where my heart can be still…
In Yahweh’s garden, in Yahweh’s garden, in Yahweh’s garden, in Yahweh’s garden…
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