In The Garden

Jones George

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...
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