A Morning Walk With God

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

We live in a golf community and morning walks around the golf course are so quiet and peaceful. There was a slight chill in the air this morning, but the sun was coming up and casting its warmth to the earth. Listening to the quiet I could feel His presence and know this is a day that the Lord has made.

This song was a family favorite, from the United Methodist Hymal written C. Austin Miles in 1913.