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In Our Garden of Love

Posted on Jul 13, 2020 by Randy Suits   No Comments Yet | Posted in Uncategorized

Eve, my angel,

Little did your man know when we met that you were the ultimate gardener. My grandmother was also a lover of flowers as you are and she said, “people who love flowers are near to the heart of God.” This is certainly true for you and grandma, and my mother also. Shortly after we came together, we set about preparing our hearts and minds for a grand garden of love which would sustain, satisfy and continually renew the daily needs we each experience as one and as individuals. Under the direction of the Holy Spirit and in the grace of God, our garden of love nourishes every aspect of human and spiritual health and happiness. You, my dear lovely gardener, have decorated our yard, our home and our lives with a righteous and true approach to problem solving and enjoyment. You maintain a Godly balance between Holy ideals and our personal desire for fulfillment and happiness. God is at the center of our love garden and He has hedged us about with holiness, righteousness and truth. My Kochana, you are the most lovely flower in my garden. You are my personal responsibility and I call upon our God Most High to enable me to provide for your every need. May we always glorify God in our garden of love. From childhood I’ve loved this song and it is included to show the love of God for us, in Christ Jesus, which He imparts to us each day.

In the Garden    Words by: Charles 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.

refrain:
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.

refrain:
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,
Though the dew around me be falling.
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.

refrain:
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 love you for all you are to God, me and all those who know you, Kochany


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