Easter 2025 Garden Whispers

Garden Whispers Strengthen Me

 

In silent groves where olive branches bend,
The garden holds His sorrow’s breath and stays,
Soft echoes linger through the hollow ways,
Where heaven’s gift and earth’s great loss transcend.
 
Beyond the third day’s light, His grace extends,
The stone rolled back, a dawn that floods our gaze.
Yet whispers from that night, in reverent haze,
Still call us gently where the journey bends.
 
Though victory’s voice proclaimed that death is done,
The garden’s hush reminds what love must bear,
A Savior’s gift, eternal and aware,
That all He gave still speaks through everyone.
 
So let His whisper lead where hearts obey,
And walk in light beyond the third day.

"I Walk the Garden Path"

 

Walk this garden path with much care.
Where olive branches bow and sway.
A heavy silence fills the air.
A sacred hush not felt at day.
 
I see Him kneel upon the stone,
His face bowed low in agony.
The weight He bears is not His own.
It is for all. It is for me.
 
Sorrow felt throughout this whole space.
A press of pain I cannot see.
Yet somehow, in this quiet place,
His love and burden reach for me.
 
I leave the garden changed within,
For it's here He did choose to stay.
With Him I've all chances to win.
I choose to walk a higher way.