My Life In Words
In The Garden...
In the garden I love
to walk,
With my maker I love
to talk.
It's refreshing to
know,
He's everywhere I
go.
It's when I'm there
alone,
That I let myself
be known.
He knows my every
thought,
Because with grace
I've been bought.
I don't try to hide
a thing,
My heart listens as
the angels sing.
In the garden I feel
his presence again,
And I take that walk
with Jesus my friend.
to walk,
With my maker I love
to talk.
It's refreshing to
know,
He's everywhere I
go.
It's when I'm there
alone,
That I let myself
be known.
He knows my every
thought,
Because with grace
I've been bought.
I don't try to hide
a thing,
My heart listens as
the angels sing.
In the garden I feel
his presence again,
And I take that walk
with Jesus my friend.
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In The Garden...
In The Garden...
