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, 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 the joy we share, as we tarry there, None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with Him, Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; Thro' 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.

Compassion for others comes when

We see ourselves as God sees us.

You say my strength gives you courage,

But it's your courage from which I draw my strength.

You say my smile brings you happiness,

But it's your happiness that makes me smile.

You say my faith fuels your devotion,

But it's your devotion which feeds my faith.

You say my energy lifts your spirits,

But it's your spirit that gives me energy.

You say my love touches your heart,

But it's because of your heart that I am filled with love.

Just as there is no beginning or ending to a circle,

There is no beginning or ending to God's Love.

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