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. 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 that the birds hush their singing. And the melody that He brings to me…within my heart keeps ringing.

May His love bless you today…from your nose to your toes. May you feel Him tell you that you are His own.

Love from the Farmhouse,

In The Garden written by C. Austin Miles