Of Trees and Gardens (Poem) by Hailey Hasic

Of Trees and Gardens

by Hailey Hasic

In a garden, gentle garden, In the cool of day, God was calling, searching, calling, Adam hid away, Lest the Maker, Holy Maker, His sins should perceive, And the Father, tender Father’s Spirit should be grieved.

Blessèd be the Lord our God, Who calls and seeks and gives. May our minds and souls and hearts All worship to Him give.

In a garden, gentle garden, In the dead of night, Blessèd Jesus, anguished Jesus, Prayed with all His might. For His children, blessed children, He would deign to die, That the Father, tender Father’s Mercy could draw nigh.

Blessèd be the Lord our God, Who calls and seeks and gives. May our minds and souls and hearts All worship to Him give.

On a cruel cross, cruel, bleak, wood cross, He was torn and hung, That the first sin, first, bad, mean sin, Might thus be undone. For a tall tree, tall, rough, hard tree, Was a fitting cost For that first tree, tempting first tree, Where innocence was lost.

Blessèd be the Lord our God, Who calls and seeks and gives. May our minds and souls and hearts All worship to Him give.

Now the Savior, Holy Savior, Walks and seeks and calls, And echoes words, His Father’s words, To those who hide and fall: “Where are you, dearest, blessed dearest?” He speaks into our ear: Still, still, my soul! And give Him answer: Say, “My Lord, I’m here.”