This reminds me of one of my all time favorite songs - "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."
candy, i still remember sitting by my grandma listening to her, in her old out of tune voice, singing this song...its such an old song written by one like us, who seeks that time alone with jesus and the feeling of joy that comes from tarrying with him. clint, roses have thorns..shoot, i don't even like roses. I like real flowers, like wildflowers that say, "I don't care what you say dadgummit, I am going to be popping up next season come rain or shine."
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This reminds me of one of my all time favorite songs - "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."
candy, i still remember sitting by my grandma listening to her, in her old out of tune voice, singing this song...its such an old song written by one like us, who seeks that time alone with jesus and the feeling of joy that comes from tarrying with him.
clint, roses have thorns..shoot, i don't even like roses. I like real flowers, like wildflowers that say, "I don't care what you say dadgummit, I am going to be popping up next season come rain or shine."
pansy
oh man, Beverly, EXCELLENT point!
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