Come to The Garden

Flowers are food for the soul. 

They fill more than bread. 

They satisfy more than money. 

C.E. Hollis

Come To 

By Elece Hollis

Come to the garden where warm breezes blow sweetly

Where bluebirds and butterflies play.

Come to the garden, sit down for the feast

Where blessings are served up each day.

Come to the garden; take food for your soul

Food much more filling than jelly on toast.

Come to the garden and take in the sweetness,

Come visit where God serves as eminent host.

Come to the garden; come on go with me now;

Don't wait till after the morning has passed.

Come again in the evening, when shadows are falling,

Come to the table at last.