Sunday, November 1, 2009

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.

7 comments:

Kathy McElhaney said...

That looks like a perfect place for a talk with Jesus.

Just a thought said...

Oh those quite moments spent in a quite place listining to or for the Voice of Jesus.
Time well spent!!

Mervi

Tracie Smith said...

One of my favorite songs....

DeadMule said...

That was one of my Dad's favorites.

Catherine Roseberry-Meyer said...

This song brings me back to an awesome move of God in our mist at the start of worship service on a Sunday morning. The singer under powerful anointing was my daughter-in-law.
Besides that, it's a beautiful song, the words always ministered to me. Still sing it at home...

Karen J. Hopper said...

To all,
I've been singing this song for three days now. It has so much meaning, and speaks my sentiments completely.

April Renee said...

Imagine, the God that created Heaven and Earth takes time to walk and talk with me and that I belong to HIM....If I could just keep that revelation, that I belong to HIM....that goes to the very core of most of my stuggles