Carole McKinney

(Longview, Texas, USA)

Over By The Garden Gate - Poem by Carole McKinney

My love, it is getting late
And I must not hesitate.
My Father is waiting
In the garden for me—
Just beyond that Willow tree.
I know that you do not understand,
But I must heed to his command.
There is a job that I must do
That goes beyond the me and you. If only you could take my place
And from my brow the worry erase,
But this question I dare not ask,
For only I can do the task.
Only I the sacrifice can make
And from this cup of sorrow partake,
But there is a place where you can wait
Over by the garden gate.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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