Garden With No Walls

I'm waiting
to be taken away
and where I go
only Time can take me

He leads me by my hand
and is a gentle and slow leader
as He takes me through the wicked stones
making sure I know what I'm leaving behind

I'm going through that gate
into the garden with no walls
to sing and dance and run free
and embrace all I want to be.

But Time is a patient guide
he is wiser than I
and all things are coming with he;
soon we shall arrive at the gate.

by Emmanuel Stone

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