Sunday, August 21, 2011

Sunday Inspiration

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.

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.

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.

We miss you, dad.


  1. Beautiful..makes me miss my grandfather who passed away this year.

  2. Love this hymn ~ and sweet photo of your dad looking so relaxed on the porch.

  3. Absolutely love that hymn and what a beautiful tribute to your dad. Thank you so much for visiting my blog and your sweet comment!

  4. Such a peaceful picture Pam.
    So sorry for you loss.

  5. So moving, Pam. So sorry for your loss.

  6. So so sorry for your loss, luv the poem.
    Saying hello from 2 peas would luv for you to visit me as well, have a great weekend :)

  7. Thanks so much for this. To Dad, Heaven probably looks alot like this. xxxoooxxx, Dennis

  8. Ernest loved having his coffee here on Lela's porch. Every spring he would say, "I wish I was sitting on Lela's porch this morning." Now they are having coffee together on a heavenly porch. I miss you, my darling. Love, Edna

  9. Beautiful poem. So sorry for your loss.

  10. A loving post...hugs to you, Pam! I know it's still raw but know that he is always with you in spirit and in your heart.

    Thank you for visiting my blog today (9/6)!!