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.
I love my walk with Him.
3 comments:
Just have to tell you that your garden does resemble a little slice of heaven!!
YOU ARE BECOMING QUITE THE PHOTOGRAPHER DAD. I LOVE THE AFFECTS THAT ARE IN THIS PICTURE AND THE ONE OF THE LILLY PAD. I'M VERY IMPRESSED.
Okay... what kind of effect are you using on your camera? Is it a digital or 35mm? I love it! Oh, and the song you posted (one of my favorites, too) is the song we all sang at my great Grandmother's funeral. Not to kill the mood... but it is a wonderful song. It made me grin to see it here!
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