Some of my most special, most peaceful times of my life have been spent in the garden....early in the morning while most everyone else is still sleeping - I am a morning person. Some of my closest talks with the Lord....have been right there, sitting in the dirt, pulling weeds or digging plants to move to a new location, planting seeds in hopes and dreams of what would grow from them. A favorite hymn comes to mind..."In The Garden" This hymn has come down through generations of women in my family. It brings tears during funerals. We can picture Grandma sitting at the piano playing this song and singing with my Aunt and Mom. Here are the words...are they familiar to you?
IN THE GARDEN...Words & Music: C. Austin Miles
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; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling.
We don't sing this song in my Catholic Church. We seem to sing the same songs over and over. Some that are so difficult to sing. Last night, for example, one of the songs was so difficult and with such high notes...no one was singing...just the piano and two male soloists. We all just mumbled along trying hard to follow the notes. I don't think that Catholic choir directors have much say in what they play or sing. Sometimes I think that we should be a little more open to beautiful music choices. I would like a more contemporary Mass...with guitar accompaniment for a change. This was tried and failed before I was a member there. This is just my opinion...I love beauty in music....music that can bring tears to my eyes.