A Walk In The Gardens With Jesus by Relic

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Relic

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#1
I love you Jesus and I know you love me
Can I pick you a flower would you like a daisy
or a rose. To me it doesn't matter Your Daddys
angels will sing canticles in the clouds. Your
breath brings heaven's door to me, a pine tree
if you please. We walked this far my friend
Are you tired, or will love carry us the rest
Of the way. See you later, friend and brother
Until your daddy brings us together forever.
 

JaumeJ

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#2
I have some flowers...….daisies, roses, and a lot of Jazmin They are all His..
 

Relic

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#4
many thanks for your wonderful comment
God bless you.
 

SoulWeaver

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From Tagore's poem collection "The Gardener":

7

O mother, the young Prince is to pass by our door,—how can I
attend to my work this morning?
Show me how to braid up my hair; tell me what garment to put on.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he will not glance up once at my window; I know he
will pass out of my sight in the twinkling of an eye; only the
vanishing strain of the flute will come sobbing to me from
afar.
But the young Prince will pass by our door, and I will put on my
best for the moment.

O mother, the young Prince did pass by our door, and the morning
sun flashed from his chariot.
I swept aside the veil from my face, I tore the ruby chain from
my neck and flung it in his path.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he did not pick up my chain; I know it was crushed
under his wheels leaving a red stain upon the dust, and no one
knows what my gift was nor to whom.
But the young Prince did pass by our door, and I flung the jewel
from my breast before his path.
 

Relic

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Apr 29, 2020
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#6
From Tagore's poem collection "The Gardener":

7

O mother, the young Prince is to pass by our door,—how can I
attend to my work this morning?
Show me how to braid up my hair; tell me what garment to put on.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he will not glance up once at my window; I know he
will pass out of my sight in the twinkling of an eye; only the
vanishing strain of the flute will come sobbing to me from
afar.
But the young Prince will pass by our door, and I will put on my
best for the moment.

O mother, the young Prince did pass by our door, and the morning
sun flashed from his chariot.
I swept aside the veil from my face, I tore the ruby chain from
my neck and flung it in his path.
Why do you look at me amazed, mother?
I know well he did not pick up my chain; I know it was crushed
under his wheels leaving a red stain upon the dust, and no one
knows what my gift was nor to whom.
But the young Prince did pass by our door, and I flung the jewel
from my breast before his path.
Amen