In the Garden

(Sorry C. Austin Miles, but I hear God best in working with other people in community.

My trip to the Garden was a little bit different than yours. And I'm certainly no hymnist.)

I went to the garden and knew I wouldn't be alone,
I knew there wouldn't be roses.
The greatest need of the people there,
the Son of God discloses.

And we walked with them,
and we talked with them,
and we also did some gardening;
and the joy we share as we tarry there,
is what we were created to know.

He speaks and the sound of His voice,
I hear in the voices of others,
and the melody that He gave to me
shines in the eyes of my brothers.

I`d stay in the garden with them
though the night around me be falling,
but He bids me go; through the voice of woe
The voice of others is calling.