On a Sunday morning, in my garden ...
Do you remember this song?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...
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...
5 comments:
doesn't tending to the garden give you a serene peaceful experience? that must be how Eden was.
unfortunately, not many have green fingers.
doc,
Quite an achievement! I hope to plant some vegetables (being that practical woman). Let's see whether I am a dreamer or planter!
neat garden is a good place to have a cup of tea. relaxing...
neat garden is a good place to have a cup of tea. relaxing...
I'm so envious. I would sit there with a cup of coffee and a good book! :)
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