Alone, I entered the garden,
where Jesus waits for me.
Alone, I sensed his presence,
the One who died for me.
Alone, I heard him whisper,
open your eyes and see.
My child I’m alive! Not dead!
Look at my scars, touch my hands.
Believe in what I said.
My body and blood was enough,
atoning sacrifice for all sin.
Those who come to the Lamb of God
need never doubt again.
“Put your finger here and look at my hands. Put your hand
into the wound in my side. Don’t be faithless any longer. Believe!”
John 20: 27 NLT
I come to the garden . . . with you . . . thank you for sharing these beautiful thoughts and pictures!
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Thanks Verna! Wish you could! Actually that is exactly where I needed to be this morning and every morning!
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Love all your beautiful rose pictures and words!! You’re becoming quite the photographer;)
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Hey Mary!
I do love photography…kinda helps inspire me to write.
Thanks for stopping by!
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Absolutely beautiful, Glenda! Roses have always been my favorite and you so beautifully matched your words to the picture.
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Diana, thanks for your encouraging words. You are a blessing to me!
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Wow Sweetie, what beautiful poetry and pictures. God truly gets the glory in this.
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Thanks Dave,
Yes God gets the glory and I get to tell His story!
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“I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts as you trust in Him. May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love.” (Eph. 3:17 NLT)
Glenda – I LOVE this NLT version of this verse. Thank you for taking us on your walk in the garden with you.
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Becky,
I only wish you were here in person. I would love to walk with you and my daughter Becky! So glad God connected us through cyberspace. What an amazing gift of friendships that come our way, yours especially. God bless you!
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