In My “Garden Hiding Place”

 

 

Early did I seek Thee, problems to unload; when through the breeze, sweet smells of honeysuckle flowed.

 

Instead of being downcast, my soul was lifted up; because the One who loves me most, had also “waited up.”

 

He had quietly been waiting in my “garden hiding place,” just to have me visit, and look upon His face.

 

And so, in that garden place, I was once again renewed; because looking there into His face, ALL problems were subdued.

 

His voice so gently spoke to me of good things yet ahead, and all I had to do to “see,”  was write down what He said.

 

So early did I seek Thee, problems to unload; and there You were to greet me, with love that overflowed.

 

S. Kingsley