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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. 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 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'd stay in the garden with Him 'tho the night around me be falling. But He bids me go; through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. 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

Thursday, February 12, 2009

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