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| In The Garden 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 while we tarry there None other has ever know. 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 while 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 while we tarry there None other has ever known. Sung By Billy Dean & Susan Aston |
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| This page is Dedicated to My Nephew Anthony & His Wife Patrica Nelson And Thanks To Their Daughter ~~ Shree ~~ The One Who Has Been A God Sent Thanks for being there when I needed someone the most. ~~ God=Bless You ~~ |
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| Created By LaVerne Thompson |
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