The Gardens - Poem

This poem expresses Jesus’ desire for us to come away with Him into the garden—that sweet place of heart-to-heart communion with Him. It also reminds us that we are not alone even when we walk through Gethsemane seasons. He meets us there too.

The garden is a place of love and intimacy. The first marriage took place in Eden, but our spiritual marriage with Christ started in Gethsemane. Jesus’ resurrection even occurred in a garden. A garden is the birthplace of the Bride. When we share in His sufferings (Gethsemane) we become more united with Him (Eden).

Come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

Take My hand

And walk with Me

Closer still

Will we be

Let Me lead You

Beside peaceful streams

Fragrant flowers

And lush fruit trees

My love, open your heart

Till nothing keeps us apart

Oh, even in the olive grove

You’re not alone

See,

Eden and Gethsemane

Both are holy to Me

Dew drops to blood drops

There’s no place My love stops

See,

Rose petals on pebbles

There’s no place My love stops

The garden’s where we start

The garden is My heart