Promise Of The Garden Poem by April Humason

In the beginning, breath was near,
A world untouched by shame or fear.
Hands in light, hearts made whole,
Walking with God, the purest soul.

But we reached where we should not go,
And shadows fell from the highest glow.
The ground grew hard, the air grew cold,
A broken story began to unfold.

Yet even then, He did not turn away,
Through whispered promise, night met day:
A seed would rise, a path made clear,
A way back home through love sincere.

Though thorns would grow and pain would bloom,
Hope still lived beyond the gloom.
A garden lost, but not erased,
A future held in promised grace.

Through dust and tears, through time and fall,
His mercy echoed through it all.
Not left alone, not cast aside,
But held by love that opened wide.

One day the gates would rise again,
No more sorrow, no more pain.
A garden kept, a world restored,
Where we would walk again with the Lord.