I Come To The Garden Alone

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,

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.

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...

This was my Mother's favorite hymn. And roses were my Mother's favorite flower. She died in June 1986 of lung cancer. I miss her more today than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.

This hymn represents the beauty in the Roses as well as in the Song. I spend lots of time in my own Garden, just talking and listening to God. It is very, very peaceful there!