The Gardener



A little summer happiness, on canvas...

"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"

8x10x1.5..."The Gardener"


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