I Come to the Garden Alone

I Come to the Garden Alone  

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

Composer and lyricist: Charles A. Miles (1868 – 1946)  Public domain.

Performance: R.I. Music (used with permission) 

Photo: Marge McCoy

its own joy

“A flower blossoms for its own joy.”

Oscar Wilde

Photo by Marge McCoy

when the owl sings

“When the owl sings, the night is silent.”

– Charles de Leusse

Photo by Jean Pike

His Name

It is the Lord who created the stars, the Pleiades and Orion. He turns darkness into morning and day into night. He draws up water from the oceans and pours it down as rain on the land. The Lord is his name!

Amos 5:8 (NLT)

Photo by Kurt Doss

fluff

The fattest and most scrumptious of all flowers, a rare fusion of fluff and majesty. The Peony is now coming into bloom.

Quote: Henry Mitchell

Photo: Marge McCoy

freedom

Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity,

Quote: Herbert Hoover

Photo: Kurt Doss

Happy Memorial Day!

We thank God for the men and women who serve in the military. God bless you!

“And I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free. And I won’t forget the men who died, who gave that right to me.”

Lee Greenwood

Photo by Marge McCoy

Showers

Lord, I hear of Show’rs of Blessing

Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing
  Thou art scatt’ring full and free,
Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing;
  Let some drops now fall on me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Pass me not, O tender Savior!
  Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favor;
  While Thou’rt calling, call for me

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Love of God, so pure and changeless!
  Blood of Christ, so rich and free!
Grace of God, so strong and boundless!
  Magnify them all in me.

Even me, even me,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Lyrics:  Elizabeth Codner

Music:  WiIliam Bradbury (1816 – 1868)

Photo: Vicki Kingma

strength

Those who contemplate the beauty of the Earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

Quote: Rachel Carson

Photo: Kurt Doss

at sunrise

The world has different owners at sunrise… Even your own garden does not belong to you. Rabbits and blackbirds have the lawns; a tortoise-shell cat who never appears in daytime patrols the brick walls, and a golden-tailed pheasant glints his way through the iris spears.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Photo by Diane Domigan