I come to the Garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses and the voice I here, falling on my ear The son of God discloses talks with me, and tells me Im his own and the joy we share as we walk along none other will ever know. 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 to me And he tells me I'm his own.
Reason for writing:
I was at church and I decied to write, and thats what I came up with.
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