About this piece:
"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
The birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He give to me
Within my heart is to ringing.
I stay in the garden with Him,
Though the night around me is falling.
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling."
We believe scripture should hang on walls, mirrors, dashboards and refrigerators. We believe you can never have enough and that they make the perfect gift for that person who "has everything." We believe God uses each verse to speak truth to anyone who lays eyes on them.
Printed in-house on high-quality, tightly woven Navajo cardstock and packaged with chipboard in a clear glassine sleeve.