Years ago, before there was a garden, there was a song.
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.
Happy Easter !
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I just found your blog - you have beautiful gardens & you've photographed them so well. Your posting of this song, tho .... I love it! What a fantastic song for a gardener .. I'll sing it every time I garden now! Thank you for this lovely blessing as I end my day spent in my gardens.
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