A Spiritual Walk in the garden with Christ
As I walk along the path of life,
I see the field of joy, it calls,
To become the branch of a mighty tree,
On that I hang my vein of hope.
The garden of life with wheat abounds,
With the breeze of peace it waves,
Feel the ardor of new life it comes,
Jesus Christ He is our vine.
To me and you we reach for Christ,
The tree holds on as blood flows pure.
No more do we fear the fall from Grace,
Hold on to Him, He is ours for ever.
As I walk along the path of morrow,
The fields are grown see the top,
Angels are singing, Saints are pure,
Now we’ve reached our home at last.
Ralph B. Hathaway August 2018