There Is A Garden Poem by cheryl davis miller

I watched as a boy with plump rosy cheeks
and eyes of a brilliant sky blue.
Stretched his short little arm to reach a lone daisy
still wet with the mornings first dew.

With his gift in his hand slightly crumpled by now
he ran calling 'mom where are you? '
But he stopped in his tracks
when he found her there in her garden of every hue.

He looked down at his daisy it had wilted some now
and seemed pale next to those mommy grew.
He dropped his prize daisy turned to just leave
as tears filled his sweet eyes of blue.

Oh but mommy had watched his wee drama unfold
and she knew just what had to be don.
She ran after him scooped him up in her arms
and whispered to her little son.

Tell me how did you know I was searching just now
for a flower exactly like this
For amidst all my garden I have none of these
and she brushed his small cheek with a kiss.

Well he looked up with wonder and searched in her eyes
to know if what she spoke was true
Then with a smile on his face and a sigh of relief
he said, 'Mommy I picked this for you.'
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Oh there is a garden prepared by our Maker
with flowers of every hue.
Oh but His heart is achin for the spot that stands vacant
that place He’s prepared just for you.
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Well she pressed that wee daisy inside of the bible
she kept at the side of her bed.
She turned out the light as she pulled back the blankets
and at last rested her weary head.

Ah but her sleep it was troubled that night by a dream
that caused her to suddenly wake.
And try as she might to go back to sleep
the message she just could not shake.

You see she’d seen the Father; and she’d heard Him call,
' Daughter I’m searching for you.'
Your My sweet little daisy amidst My vast garden
of flowers of every hue.

Oh but there are none more precious no fragrance sweeter
than that which I’ve received from you.
So I’m callin you back to My arms of sweet mercy
full of flowers of every hue.
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Yes there is a garden prepared by our Maker
with flowers of every hue.
Oh but His heart is achin for that spot that stands vacant
that place He’s prepared just for you.

He says, 'You’ll bloom there forever in My flower garden
tenderly cared for by Me.
Where the sun never sets and a bloom never withers
but lasts for an eternity.


c.d.m.6/2002