Oh Lord, where the magnolias bloom,
In nature's sanctuary, where beauty finds room.
Amidst verdant meadows, their fragrance sways,
A tranquil haven, where peace portrays.

In the garden of grace, where blossoms thrive,
Magnolias whisper tales, keeping memories alive.
Their petals, like whispers of divine delight,
Underneath the sun's golden light.

Oh Lord, in this haven, serenity prevails,
Where magnolias dance on the wind's gentle trails.
Their blossoms, a canvas of purity and grace,
In this sacred abode, a heavenly space.

Their fragrance, a hymn in the whispering breeze,
Underneath the magnolia's sheltering trees.
In this haven, prayers find their way,