Friday, October 7, 2011

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.

C. Austin Miles

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