
Gardening in the wee hours after daybreak is so relaxing. Sometimes the urbanscapes are noisy and busy during mid-day and the evening. However in the earliest part of the day, there is a stillness that occur in even the busiest of cities. In the early hours of the dawn of a new day, it's nice to reflect and meditate in an urban garden. . . even if it's just a pot of petunias on a concrete step.
The Ghetto Gardner weeds, prunes, and harvests at the break of dawn, while quietly singing C. Austin Mile's tune, "I Come to the Garden Alone."
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.
Refrain
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.
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.
Refrain
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.
Refrain