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At times my spirit journeys low,
As though the light has lost its glow.
The day moves on, my heart grows still,
Yet God is working by His will.

Upon my daily path I found
A little home on peaceful ground.
Its garden bloomed with colors bright,

A hidden place of pure delight.

Roses opened to the sky,
Jasmine breathed a soft reply.
Easter lilies, pure and fair,
Filled the silence with their prayer.

I walked a little closer then,
Away from all the noise of men.
Each blossom carried heaven's scent,
As though with every breath God went.

No thunder spoke, no trumpet cried,
No mighty voice from heaven's side.
Just fragrant flowers, soft and free,
Whispering, "Child, I'm here with thee."

The garden faded from my sight,
Yet peace remained with gentle light.
For every flower seemed to say,

"Come rest within My love today."

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"For we are to God the pleasing aroma of Christ among

 those who are being saved and those who are perishing."
— 2 Corinthians 2:15 (NIV)