Flowers are food for the soul.
They fill more than bread.
They satisfy more than money.
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.