In the Garden



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 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.




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




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.








Dedicated to Father Edward
Born: July 26 1956
Went by GOD July 30,1998

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