True Blue Charmer

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Song For a Sunday

In the Garden

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; Through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

1 comment:

Larslyan said...

Reminds me of my Gram Cooper's funeral. Singing this, acappella and off tune! :)