That my heart may be a secret garden
A place for my weary heart to retreat.
With gentle winds and drifting clouds
And flowers that reflect the Sons light.
Let me seek the soft voice of the Holy Spirit
As a dove that coos a message of Grace.
May I ever journey to this secluded place
Where I can meet with my Lord and Saviour
There I may find rest and blessed assurance
From my daily trials and endless routines.
Let the seasons come and go in poetic rhythms
Each moving to the tempo of the Lord love.