Nothing Can Compare

©Deborah Bolack 2004
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A garden filled with lilies in every shade and hue;
a field of fragrant roses, fresh with morning dew.
A little glimpse of heaven, we’re tempted to declare,
but God has his own garden, and nothing can compare.



No, nothing can compare with the garden God’s prepared,
where the lily blooms forever, and the rose scent fills the air.
No, nothing can compare with the garden we will share,
as we stroll between our mansions in that city bright and fair.

 
The lily of the valleys, that bloomed among the thorns;
the precious rose of Sharon, petals crushed and torn.
A blossom sent from heaven, to die then reappear,
now blooms in God’s own garden, and nothing can compare.


No, nothing can compare with the garden God’s prepared,
where the lily blooms forever, and the rose scent fills the air.
No, nothing can compare with the garden we will share,
as we stroll between our mansions in that city bright and fair.

How I long to see my Saviour, for nothing can compare!
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Isaiah 40:8,18,26a The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever.
To whom then will ye liken God? or what likeness will ye compare unto him?
Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things,
Acts 4:12 Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.
Isaiah 37:17 Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.


My parents have a beautiful garden filled with various flowering shrubs and perennials. It changes with the seasons, from the soft greens of spring to the brilliant colors of summer, then the muted shades of autumn. I never tire of spending time strolling through the garden. I’m always amazed at how intricate and unique each flower is. From the perfectly curled petals of a dahlia formed into a pom-pom, to the towering blue spires of delphiniums, down to the soft silvery-green leaves of lamb’s ears, each is so beautiful, and yet so different. And there’s nothing like the soft scent of roses on a breeze, or the fragrance of a lilac as you pass by.
It occurred to me that God must be fond of flowers too. After all he chose a garden to be the first home, and later, Jesus is referred to as the lily of the valleys, and the rose of Sharon. I thought of how flowers appear so fragile, and easily broken, and yet each spring they reappear, springing forth with new life. Then my thoughts turned to eternity. If we can grow such beautiful flowers here on this fallen earth, how gorgeous will the flowers be in the holy city, new Jerusalem? I truly can’t imagine a mansion without a garden, and a garden planted by God, what an awesome, breathtaking thought!
While touring my parents garden, I’ve heard people say, “It’s a little piece of heaven.” Although my parents garden is as beautiful as any I have seen on earth, I’m certain it doesn’t come close to what God has prepared for us, where we will live forever with our precious Saviour, the lily of the valleys, and the rose of Sharon. No, nothing can compare. I can’t wait to take a stroll through God’s garden!

Song Of Solomon 2:1,2 I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lily among the thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
Revelation 21:24 And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it: and the kings of the earth do bring their glory and honour into it.
Revelation 22:2 In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.




2 comments:

  1. that is so sweet. Wish I had energy to have a pretty flower garden. But instead, I get to enjoy others' gardens when I can. Thanks for sharing.

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