I come to the gazebo alone
While my husband works on our taxes.
And the chirps I hear
And the rustle of wings --
Oh, how my heart rejoices!
And a squirrel climbs a tree
then hops down to the feeder
and fills his belly with corn.
And the joy I feel as I tarry here
Others have surely known.
We wait in His presence -- alone, perhaps,
but always together in spirit.
We see buds on trees,
purple, white and green,
How His works testify of His goodness!
And He blesses me with the whippoorwill
and the rooster's crow in the morning!
And the grass so green
and the wildflowers' dream
of butterflies kissing the morning.
From our window I've watched as the deer
eat the stalks from last season's garden.
But they won't come near
as I tarry here
in the gazebo drinking coffee.
So with those who love God I lift my cup
to toast our heavenly Father.
We rejoice in Him
as He testifies
of His presence throughout His Creation!
~ ~ ~ ~
[That melody you're singing along with is
thanks to Charles Austin Miles who wrote
lyrics and melody to "In the Garden" in 1912,
public domain. Thank you, Charles Miles.
I love your hymn.]
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