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 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.
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.
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.
Words: Charles Austin Miles (1912)
I love this song. I remember my mom playing it on the piano when I was a child. She also played it on gospel albums when she would clean house. As I “tarried” through my garden this morning, this song came to mind. Here are some of the sweet surprises God had waiting for me in my little patch of paradise:A hibiscus blossom
A monarch caterpillar on a milkweed plant
A walking iris in bloom
A beautiful blue & green dragonfly