You call my name in the garden, in tones of purest sunshine. I hear, and come out of my tomb, my ears cradled in the radiance of this voice that can wake the dead. * Spotted Deadnettle in bloom For a devotional on this topic, visit Growing With God in My Garden
You call my name in the garden,
in tones of purest sunshine.
I hear,
and come out of my tomb,
my ears cradled
in the radiance
of this voice
that can wake the
dead.
*
Spotted Deadnettle in bloom
For a devotional on this topic, visit Growing With God in My Garden
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Powerful finish!!!
🙂 Thanks friend.
Melody, I love this. Only those who have been awakened by the voice of the Beloved, know how dead we were and how alive we have become hen He calls our name, Glenda
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I see by your words that you have been there… thank you Glenda!
Lovely on multiple levels! Thank you, Melody.
Russ
Thanks so much, Russ!
Love it.
Yahoo! 🙂
Lovely.
Thank you, Gallivanta!
Lovely in image & words!
Thanks Rosy!
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