In The Garden

Some of my favorite pics from the last couple of weeks, and a beloved hymn:

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

 

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.

And He tells me I am His own

 

(P.S. I can't take credit for the photos, as I only took one of them.  Thanks family for all of the wonderful pics!)