Sometimes I walk in gardens
Among the flowers and the bees
I can imagine milk and honey
Flowing gently through the trees
Blest with the warmth of sunshine
And a soft caressing breeze
The world is all as it should be
Then worship draws me to my knees
Other times I find I’m walking
Through a gloomy wilderness
Not sure where my next step should fall
So I pray a prayer and guess
I endure the cold of all my fears
Like an icy howling wind
And I stumble on a rock or two
But I get back up again
With eyes of faith I’m pondering
The rocky path on which I walk
When I notice what I did not see
There’s honey in the rock
A word from God that’s sweeter
Than a milk and honey day
I ingest that word and find
He still walks with me in the way
“…and with honey out of the rock
should I have satisfied thee” Psalm 81:16 (KJV)