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.
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

Though the night around me is falling

But He bids me go through the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling…

“He Walks With Me (In The Garden)”

A classic today by Merle Haggard.  
Enjoy! ~XXOO Michelle Bollom 

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