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I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk: eat, O friends; drink, yea drink abundantly, O beloved. Click on photo for website. All Compositions by Phil Morgan has been Copyrighted @ 2004 Phil Morgan, Jammin
Gentile Music, BMI. Used by permission. All Rights Reserved.(CLICK ON TITLE TO HEAR SONG) IN THE GARDEN Words & Music by C. Austin Miles Sung by Phil & Pam Morgan 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. He speaks, and the sound of His voice Is so sweet that the birds hush their singing; And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing. 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. And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known. |