Run

I ran to my garden alone today. Ignoring the steps of repentance blast through the temple of grace As if in no need of perfect acceptance or compassionate heavenly embrace. Skipping the small rain of wisdom without proper instruction in peace. I pushed open the gate of remembrance in anger seeking justification, for my rage of blame... What had I hoped to find in this place? What was the need for my haste? Ignoring the promise of assurance and love I sought respite from my sin and disgrace. Then I heard the voice of my beloved Lord Sweetly whisper to my enraged heart. Biding me to stop and listen again. "I am the Balm of Gilead, Walk with me in your garden of faith. Take my hand my chosen one peace is made perfect in me." He led me to another garden I had not passed through here before. It was so quiet, the gentle warm wind, calmed the torrent within. As the fragrance flowers surrounded me And floral colors I had never seen I felt this calm and refreshment opened my soul to peace again. “Where is this garden,” I asked my Lord? Where is this place that I may return when have I brought disgrace to all around me? and need to hide again?” His broad smile reached into my broken heart, His forgiveness washed my soul clean. “Run,” said my Lord, “Run as fast as you can. I will always be waiting for you. This is the garden I have built from your love and devotion to me.”