I Come To 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.

(C. Austin Miles in Flowers Along The Path by Esther Carls Dodgen, p. 126)

24 September 2015