I Come to the Garden

769BF4C0-E056-4AC3-9194-1F76FF411F6DI 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.

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; thru the voice of woe
his voice to me is calling.

Refrain:
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.

~C. Austin Miles

31 Days Making Melody

*photo taken at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto

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