Yes, I spent some time in my garden this weekend. I planted a few more plants, and fed the plants for the first time this season, they needed it.
While I was out there, suddenly I thought of my Grandmother sitting next to me at the piano when I was very young teaching me how to play with one finger, and sing, “In the Garden”. I can still as clearly as can be hear her voice in mind. Here are the words, so appropriate for today, the Lord’s day:
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.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.
I hope you enjoy some time in your garden, and spend a little time talking to Him, the one who created any beauty that surrounds you, and maintains it through you.
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden, than anywhere else on Earth… No matter what your definition of God is, I know this must be true.
Lovely post - thanks!
June 22nd, 2008 at 3:43 pm