An old song, which reminds me of my Grandma Sigg, and expresses a good part of my love of gardening, called In The Garden. It was written about Mary Magdalene and the garden tomb.
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.
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.
Words: Charles Austin Miles (1912)
2 comments:
Wow, that's really nice. Do you have the music or recording?
I have the music...my mom has a recording. Its a very old song, as you can probably tell..
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