Tuesday, March 24, 2009

last hymn of the day....

ok, so this hymn reminds me of spring....and of my grandmother's country church.....where we sat half-way back and to the right...and the lady who always sat in front of grandma had hair the color of daffodils.....into her golden years.... i suppose she figured that yellow was as good a color to choose at the beauty parlor as any other....my grandma loved this song....we sang it at her funeral....well...everybody except me...because our eldest was a 2-week old infant...and he got hungry about the time this hymn came around.....others sang it as i hurried my sweet baby out the back door.....

In The Garden
(written by C. Aus­tin Miles)Verse 1:
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.

Chorus:
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.

Verse 2:
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.

Chorus

Verse 3:
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.

Chorus

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