In Our Own Garden

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

author unknown

 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

of friendship,

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!

Sylvia

Linking to Roses of Inspirations