When I was praying for Bonnie's family, the Lord reminded me of this hymn. Knowing what an avid gardener she was, it seemed perfect for her page. What a lovely Christian woman she was - knowing her was a joy.


Page says:


In Loving Memory of Bonnie
whose life was a well-tended garden of love


In The Garden
Hymn by Austin Miles


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.


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.


I'd stay in the garden with Him,
Though 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.


“Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the going home of the faithful.” Psalm 116:15



Credits:
Ingrid kit (Michelle Martin)
Digitally Pressed Petals No 2 (Katie Pertiet)
Hang Its (Pattie Knox)