Garden Without Thorns

Somewhere there is a garden
A garden without thorns
Where grows and buds perfection
True love itself adorns

Each flow'r and petal found there--
Amazing to behold
Captivating beauty, awe
Just waiting to unfold

Where never comes the night time
His light takes that away
And shines throughout the garden
Forever--come what may

Then reaching for a flower
It's too good to be true
There are no thorns or stickers
Not even just a few

His love completes the blossoms
The petals, leaves, and stem
And, one day I will rest there
To bloom--complete in Him.