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.
Wish I had one of these dresses to wear to church today.
(Wish I could FIT into one of these dresses.....)
We hope everyone has a wonderful, safe, happy, PINK kind of week,
Love from me and Wilma