CHAPTER 3, PAGE 29

One day when we were looking at an old hymnal my Mom said this was one of her favorites

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

Beautiful old hymn with a very special message right now.

Thought for today:

Choose a smile, not a frown.

Choose love, not animosity.

Choose the good in life in all things,

and choose the opportunity

as well as the chance to work

when springtime smiles on your life.

I love you all !

Be Blessed!

MA

 

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