In My Garden-Room - Poem by Doris Kerkeslager
I have a garden-room
with loveliness and dreams
would that you visit
in dreams too.
Azaleas, Christmas cactus, geraniums,
even a 7 feet coffee tree.
A garden was our home
in the beginning for three
Adam Eve and Satan
entry of temptation
Satan is cunning with his evil
allowed to enter our lives
we become liars murderers
Would you like to be driven from
your garden or
see Satan driven out
Invite Jesus, our savior in because
Satan will be back unless
Jesus is your master garden.
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