[Albion Wilde]

Oh LORD GOD, be favorable toward our children, as we wait upon YOU. Thank You, JESUS, that Your Salvation has gone forth, and is reaching the furthest parts of the earth.

Amen to all your lovely prayer, dear Jeanbl!

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In the Garden

contemporary bluegrass version

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, drawing in 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

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

[hoosiermama]

“And he tells me I am his own” was the last message my mother sang. She had lost her ability to talk first and then to sing. One day the message just came out. What comfort.