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.
Is there a hymn or song that is dear to your heart because it was dear to another? A loved one, still living or passed on, who greatly influenced your life?
So it is for me with today's hymn focus; In the Garden. It was my Nana's favorite hymn and I think of her and everything she did to enrich my life and the lives of others when I hear it.
Over time, as I've grown in my relationship with Christ, this beautiful and almost seductive refrain has come to be precious to me for other reasons.
Author C. Austin Miles wrote the poem in 1913 after having had a vision while reading the account of Jesus and Mary Magdalene in the garden in John 20. He wrote the music for it later that same evening. An author of over 500 texts, In the Garden is, by far, his most popular and most published.
Unlike Mary, who had but a brief moment with our Lord in the garden, we have access to His presence at every moment of our lives. Whether we choose to meet Him in a literal garden, on the subway, in the car after dropping off the kids, in the quietness of our bedrooms, the place of our meeting Him matters not.
He is always there to talk with us and remind us that we are, indeed, His own. The joy we share, as we tarry there with HIm, none other has ever known.
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.
Blessings,
You can find a beautiful rendition of In the Garden, by Alan Jackson here.
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