In the Garden

mothers day is winding down. all day i've had my Gram in the back of my head. she was way more mom to me than grandmother. i miss her everyday of course but some days just make the void a little more obvious i guess. this being one of them. so in honor of my sweet Gram on a day meant to celebrate mothers, i'm going to share the lyrics of a song that will inevitably make me think of her for of the rest of my life--it was sung at her funeral service & is perfect for her in such a bittersweet way--though the memories are always more sweet than bitter. if anyone was ever deserving of walking forever in The Garden, it is my Gram & i am sure she is reveling in the beauty of every flower blooming & bird singing there, just as she was here in this life.

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
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'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night around me be falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
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