The Garden
    Footnotes

    “The Garden,” Friend, Apr. 2009, 6–7

    The Garden

    As I walk through my garden

    On a sunny day in spring,

    Flowers of every color bloom

    And birds begin to sing.

    I’m reminded of a garden

    Far away and long ago,

    Where Jesus knelt and suffered

    Through pain we’ll never know.

    He suffered for our sins

    To redeem all humankind.

    He drank the bitter cup and said,

    “Not my will, but thine.”

    After Judas had betrayed Him,

    Men nailed Him to a cross.

    And when He died so meekly,

    It seemed that all was lost.

    But on Easter day He rose again

    With new life and new breath.

    He was the resurrected Lord,

    Winning victory over death.

    As I walk through my garden

    On a sunny day in spring,

    I think of the Atonement of

    My Savior, God, and King.

    Illustration by Dilleen Marsh