This was my Grandmother’s favorite hymn. It is so fitting, since she was a private and more quiet person. She wasn’t outspoken about her faith- but had a quiet wisdom and peace about her.
My Grandfather was always very vocal about his faith, and was just a very outgoing guy- he made friends everywhere. They were such a perfect match for each other in so many ways.
Her quiet strength was the perfect balance for his outgoing boldness.
So, I am posting this in honor of her memory- and all the times when she sang this with the sweet knowledge of decades of meeting with her Savior- 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