the garden

  I come into the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses

  and the voice that I hear falling on my ear

  the Son of God discloses

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Why?


On the edge of a lake a small boy stands

Watching a father with his son. . .

Dreaming that he could be the one. . .

Wondering if there was something he could have done . . .

that might have changed his fate.

He sadly tosses a stone into the lake.

His eyes shinning with unshed tears,

his mind thinking of moments lost over the years


What was his sin?

What had he done?

Why had he not won . . .

his father's love . . .

A young boy, only eight years old,

what a sad story his face does hold.


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