I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses
In the quiet afternoon I seek out my favorite spot in the midst of a serene garden. Here I can find peace and contentment. It's a place of respite from the craziness of life. I sit on the stone bench and close my eyes soaking in the gentleness.
It isn't long before I feel a presence and God sits down beside me. We meet here on occasion. He sits next to me and we experience the silence together. I finally turn and offer him my best "'sup, God?" He doesn't respond but patiently waits. I turn my eyes back to the flora before me. He waits. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
I feel Him rise up from next to me. With disappointment He turns to horizon and simply sighs. The rocks, the trees, the stream, the flowers, the grass come alive in worship. A song of praise hums from these inanimate beings.
"My child, My Glory will not go unrecognized. If you will not cry out then Creation will sing the praise of its Master." He turns and leaves me in the garden where the rocks cry out in my stead.
"I have all of eternity to sing your praise." I protest, promise, and argue in one ridiculous statement.
"If you can't praise me here and now, what makes you think you'll want to for eternity?"
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