Sunday, November 10, 2013



I come to the garden along while the drew is still on the roses, and the voice I hear falling on my ear, the son of God disclosing

He speaks and the sounds of his voice is so sweet that 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 to me, as he tells me I am his own, and the  joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known

how precious to know that we can come into his presence in the stillness of our soul, where all you hear is the sweetness of his voice, for there is no greater joy than to walk with the Lord



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