originally published via email on 5/11/19
Naturally, my mind jumped right to the idea of involving our mothers in this week’s post. It’s Mother’s Day tomorrow, so duh. But also, there is something about the hymn “In the Garden” that triggers mother memories.
While Nathan and I each have memories of hot summer days in the garden, and we each thought we would definitely have our own thriving garden at this point, what we cultivate now through music is a different seed from our moms. We would not be the musicians we are today if it weren’t for our mothers diligently singing to us and with us, teaching us to read from hymnals, and exposing us to our rich musical heritage. Thanks moms!
Our mothers are both very humble about their green thumbs, but ask ANYONE who has ever visited their respective properties, and you will hear words like “magical,” “gorgeous,” “enchanted,” or simply “amazing.”
We didn’t ask just anyone, though. We asked them. In their answers, you can see into their experiences gardening and what it has meant to their lives – practically, creatively, and even spiritually. Not to mention – deliciously!
Read the full interview as part of the May collection released on May 25. It will also include our writings and hot-off-the-press recordings of “The Daisies,” and “In Apple Blossom Time.”
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As you read the lyrics of “In The Garden” below, may you be inspired to find a garden of your own to tend – a place of solace, creative work, and the simple companionship of the One who calls you His own.
“In The Garden”
(written in 1912 in New Jersey)
Words and music by C. Austin Miles (1868-1946)
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.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go; thro’ the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling.
garden photo credit: Marilyn Getsch
This is an excerpt from the 5/11/19 publication of SongNotes from the Birds. May’s theme is all about flowers and nature. We will send out recordings of the songs to our subscribers at the end of the month. Click here for more about SongNotes.
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