the Garden of Beauty,
am cooled by the refreshment of Your presence.
heat of Thy wrath consumes all that is around me,
I am hidden within Thine own essence.
the wailings of those who refused You,
torment is the beginning of their torment.
before me are the steps proceeding to Your temple gates,
the doorway of Thy City of Testament.
the baptismal robe handed me by Disciples of Thy Word.
Thy ring upon my finger,
with the names of Your Children,
that our ears have heard.
the steps of Thy Temple, I weep,
anguish in emotion, overwhelmed beyond need.
is Thy garden, beyond are the coffins.
here is the emptied tomb,
the resurrection of Thee.
have stretched me, carrying me as a Bride over Your Threshold, Declaring to all
Heaven Your own.
am before Your throne, O God, because of the Blood of Jesus,
before any man was born.
temple steps are bloodied,
crimson from a pain required to allow each one after,
come this way.
Thy Garden of Beauty, I rested as a servant to Thy harvest until called,
to You today.
have called me,
me to You today.