IN THE GARDEN
I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and
He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet, the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me, and he talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
--Words & music by C. Austin Miles, 1868-1946
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This is my Mother's favorite song. She has me sing it to her every time we visit. Even at 85 she still loves to tend to her flower garden. It's her therapy she says.
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