Inspirational · My Story · Poetry

I Come To The Garden Alone

I come to the garden alone

while the dew is still on the roses

and the voice I hear, falling on my ear

the song 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.

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