Friday, October 14, 2011

October morning

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

thank you for coming by this morning.....I hope your weekend is filled with what you dream about..

1 comment:

  1. So beautiful, Mona! I love the images, and that wonderful hymn is the perfect accompaniment. My mother and her twin sister (both gone now) used to harmonize beautifully on that song. It was one of their favorites. If I close my eyes, I can hear them now ....