In the garden there is perfection
We walk with God each day
In the garden He shows His affection
We enjoy each one of the sun’s warm rays
God
Waiting in the dark
All the candles snuffed out
Singing a song of mourning
Hold On
It is slow and sweet
His Song (Zephaniah 3:17)
What a year it has been
Who could have foreseen
The trials and triumphs
The brokenness and healing
Reflecting
Your face O God
How do I describe it?
Your face O Jesus
How can I define it?