Above Gardens of Our Own

Above gardens of our own

the birds sing aloud 

rejoicing in the light

inviting all to come

welcoming the Sons of God 

to rise above their cares

to leave behind worry and woe 

to innocence return

to laugh and play just for fun  

in the garden of true light

love and life are humbly grown 

fruit and flowers there are made 

beautiful as precious stones 

tree leaves as emeralds shine

berries red as rubies glow 

feathered wings wave in glory

upon angel shoulders strong

when the gentle breeze does blow

above gardens of our own