In the Garden
Charles A. Miles
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.
In Our Own Garden
Our lives are like a garden
And a lovely place indeed,
Where understanding is the soil,
Affection is the seed...
And if we tend each little plant
With love and hope and care,
We'll share the flowers
For they'll bloom
and flourish there!
Kind hearts are the garden,
Kind thoughts are the roots,
Kind words are the flowers,
Kind deeds are the fruits.
Have a Blessed Day!
Linking to Roses of Inspirations