† 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 ears
The Son of God discloses.
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 still ringing.
I'd` stay in the garden with Him
Through the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through 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.
Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.
Psalms 43:8 (NIV)