Thoughts in Bold Ink

The Garden Tomb

"I come to the garden..."

Alone

Because it's so hard to find God, nowadays

Even though there's more freedom of religion now than there was before

But maybe that's just it

Free to be religious, but not free to be godly, I suppose

That's why I came here

"Far from the rapid pace"

Under the mindset that

If I could get closer to nature

I could get closer to God

So I come here

"While the dew is still on the roses"

Jesus wept

He weeps, and the roses receive His tears

He weeps for a human race

That rejects His love daily

Well, whatever the world doesn't want, I'll take

'Cause love is the very essence of who You are

I sit still among the roses

Ready to receive Your dew...Your love

Ready to receive Your love

If nature is the closest I can get to You

Then let me for a moment become the garden...

The garden...where sin had begun... Where sin had begun!

Sin! That God-forsaken curtain between You and me

And there's just not enough of God's chosen that represent Him

There's not enough...not enough to heal a dying world

That's why I'm here

In the garden

Alone

To escape the things that influence my mind

Family, friends, the media

Because this, my hearts truest, greatest desire

Can only be fulfilled...alone

So while the dew is still on the roses

I wait

"And the voice I hear falling on my ear..."

Could it be?

"The Son of God discloses"

I looked at that barrier of sin

In all it's sick, ugly, horrid glory

That once loomed over me

Promising eternal darkness

But that barrier of sin can only stop me from seeing Him

The river of love that flows between God and humanity

Can still enter the other four senses

Especially "feel"

And so He walks with me, and He talks with me

And He tells me... I am His own

"And the joy we share as we tarry there..."

I wish that all could know

"And the joy we share, as we tarry there

None other has ever known!"