THE SUMMER SEAT

Where the rose drops her perfume

sweetly in the air

where the lily nods her head

with beauty that is rare

Where the pansies and the daises

Smile up with glee

Its on the summer seat

Where you will find me

All the garden is in bloom

Beauty all around

The butterfly wings on her way

and the bee gives of her sound

The birds sing merrily

from the leafy tree

and in my summer seat

I am as content as can be

There I view God's handiwork

Aided a bit by me

He give me hands to plant and toil

but His sun and rain came free

He kissed the ground with His breath

Give a little heat

All I had to do was just sit back

In my summer seat

I remember once He prayed

In a garden long ago

where sweatdrops came from His brow

mingled with blood in a flow

I remember also the wooden cross

He hung from in the heat

The cruel tree held His body

That for Him was His summer seat

But death failed in her bid

To keep Him in her hold

For He arose to the air

From the tomb lying cold

Now He sits there on high

For His church to wait

To gather them to His throne

More that a summer seat

I enjoy my time here looking

at the beauty all around

Marvelling at the wonder

That comes from the ground

But sometime I will be gone

My Jesus for to meet

Then all thats left in my garden

is an empty summer seat