When I was a child and I was, well…”dragged” to church on Sunday their was a hymnal book in front of me in the pew from which we sang. Today all of this is done on a huge flat screen TV along with a media show! I digress.
Each spring as I walk through my own beautiful blooming acreage I remember distinctly an old hymn called: “I Come To The Garden Alone”. It is slow and and has lots of ryhming words and a a pleasant rolling melody, but the words I remember perfectly and I haven’t sung it in church in maybe 40 years.
Spring and Summer always remind me of this song, see if you can see yourself in your garden, no matter the size in the words below:
I Come To The Garden Alone Hymn
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.
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.
Now of course this is a religious song so the “Him” is of course Christ.
The sentement is still the same as to the feeling of peace and admiration of the beauty all around us in all seasons.
Today, take a walk in your garden or a park and see if you can hear the birds singing and observe the dew on the roses and take in the hushed sounds of nature.
