Chapter 21

We then sat close to share the headphones in order to hear the song, Garden of Prayer. I held Joey’s hand and looked to see tears flowing down not only his face, but pastor’s as well.

Garden of Prayer

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.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting.
There’s a place that is wondrously fair,
For it flows with the light of His presence,
Tis’ the beautiful garden of prayer.
Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer.
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer.
There my Savior awaits and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

He speaks and the sound of his voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing.
And the melody that he gave to me within my heart is ringing.
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.