With Maundy Thursday tomorrow, here is an attempt at a poem what I wrote!
What was it like in the garden
When creation first sprang
What was it like in the garden
When God walked along with man
What was it like in the garden
Did you feel pain at the loss
Did you know it would lead you
all the way to the cross
What was it like in the garden
When alone you knelt and prayed
What was it like in the garden
The cross on the coming day
What was it like in the garden
When the stone was rolled away
What was it like in the garden
Hope forever to stay