In the 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.

("In the Garden")

Yes, I know those are Asiatic Lilies, not roses.  But they were rain-kissed on that Saturday morning as I sat on the porch for some quiet time, and it reminded me of this sweet old hymn.