Mothers Favorite

        The last few months have been times of challenge for my wife and I.  There have been days of illness and hospitalizations … days of discouragement, loneliness and depression.  But there have also been days of growing in faith.  I admit that I often miss long gone friends and I really miss my parents. It was blest to have parents who loved the Lord and brought me up to serve the Lord.  They also taught me to love the hymns and they were always part of our family worship.

          I often think I can still hear my mother and her beautiful soprano voice sharing her testimony and love through hymns.  Her favorite was “In The Garden”.  I often picture her taking quiet walks and talks with the Lord through the beautiful gardens of heaven.

1 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.

Refrain:
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.

2 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. [Refrain]

 

3 I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho' the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go; thro' the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling. [Refrain)