We have a hymn request from Phoebe: In the Garden, sung by Rosemary Siemens. (Oh, look at all that lovely shade! Wish I had some.) “He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own…” Yes, that’s good for us.
We have a hymn request from Phoebe: In the Garden, sung by Rosemary Siemens. (Oh, look at all that lovely shade! Wish I had some.) “He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own…” Yes, that’s good for us.
This version has a different second stanza from the one I’m used to, but it’s a lovely one. Such a comforting hymn. Even (as it was this morning) in a dimly lit empty church at 4:30am while carrying around boxes of candles and straightening up bookracks in the pews. He walks with me even there.
I can only stand in awe of your hardihood.
I was in a church where they didn’t allow this hymn although all the older members loved it. Why? Not Scriptural enough, or maybe just too sappy.
That’s a puzzle.