I can’t help but wonder what it was like to commune with Adam after a walk with God, Moses after returning from being in the presence of God or Elijah after being refreshed by God on
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
Though 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...
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