In these trying times, under heavy skies, Where many a heart in shadow lies, Be it from sickness, solitude, or silent cries, Remember, there's a flicker where hope never dies.
Though the burden weighs like stone upon our chest, And in our weary souls, we seek a rest, Across the land, the flowers boldly bloom, Defiant sparks of color against the gloom.
The mountains don their robes of emerald hue, Birds chant melodies, old yet ever new. Each dawn, their songs pierce the misty air, A symphony of hope, dispelling despair.
Spring whispers through the trees, a lush embrace, Butterflies twirl in an enchanted dance. Amidst this splendor, hear the children's glee, Their laughter sprinkling joy, so wild and free.
Take a silent stroll through gardens, divine, Where peace walks gently, hand in hand with time. No words are needed, just the presence felt, Of Jesus by your side, where worries melt.
Together we endure, through pain and loss, Sharing the path, our burdens to toss. In life's garden, tread softly, let your heart mend, Visit often, where grace and beauty blend.
Blessed we are, even in our strife, God walks with us, in the garden of life. So hold on to the promise of each new dawn, For in our unity, hope is reborn.
