Deep in the wood I wandered
To a place of long ago
There was a green oasis
That no one else could know
A man sat by the river
In a long white dress of old
And gazed into the water
Seeming not to feel the cold
As he put his hands together
Whispering a prayer
His face suffused with beauty
And the wind blew thro' his hair
Then as he spread his fingers
The grass began to grow
And in between each blade of grass
A miracle I know
There sprang a lovely bluebell
That changed my green oasis
Into a fairy dell
I've heard about God's Garden
With its lovely sea of blue
And now I've seen it for myself
A miracle come true By E O'Connell
Bolton
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