God

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

In the Garden

Waiting in the dark All the candles snuffed out Singing a song of mourning

It is slow and sweet

What a year it has been Who could have foreseen The trials and triumphs The brokenness and healing

Your face O God How do I describe it? Your face O Jesus How can I define it?