The First Yellow Rose of 2015 |
...While the dew was still on the roses... |
It reminded me of the old hymn we sing in church written by Charles Miles in 1913.
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.
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.
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.
There is beauty to behold right outside your back door when you take the time to observe.
Too many times I don't.
And as the song says, if you take time to listen, He'll speak to you. He'll walk with you and He'll talk with you and He'll tell you, you are His own...
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