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HisWondrousWord

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.

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