Isn't there something just so sweet and tender about a rose in your 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.
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.
"In the Garden" C. Austin Miles
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As we meet and touch, each day,
The many travelers on our way,
Let every such brief contact be
A glorious, helpful ministry;
The contact of the soil and seed,
Each giving to the other's need,
Each helping on the other's best,
And blessing, each, as well as blest.
~ S. Coolidge
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As we meet and touch, each day,
The many travelers on our way,
Let every such brief contact be
A glorious, helpful ministry;
The contact of the soil and seed,
Each giving to the other's need,
Each helping on the other's best,
And blessing, each, as well as blest.
~ S. Coolidge
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