A Beautiful Day to Remember

I walk in my garden at first dawn,
in Easter's Resurrection morn.
A Mockingbird sings a new song to spring,
now bows its head as if in prayer,
I join him there. In imitation, a chorus sings.
He flies away on supernal wings.

In my lowly garden our Lord has walked,
His presence now profound.
His sandaled footprint in the moss,
For He has come to save the lost.
In this bower, we meet and talk,
at cool of evening, when still abounds.

Some day in another awesome dawn,
I will rise above the blue on Eagles' wings,
bow before His snow-white throne.
Then I shall enter my celestial home,
walk again in my garden, never alone.

The Lord will always be about as angels sing,
I can hear the music of their harps - it rings
while I walk in my garden at first dawn....