In the Garden With Jesus
Austin Miles (1868 –1946) was a
prolific American writer of gospel
songs, who is best known for
his 1912 hymn “In the Garden”.
I was seated in the darkroom where
I kept my photographic equipment I drew my Bible toward me; it opened
at my favorite chapter, John 20…
As I read it, I seemed to be part of
the scene. I became a silent witness
to that dramatic moment in Mary’s
life, when she knelt before her Lord,
and cried, “Rabboni!” Under the
inspiration of this vision I wrote as
quickly as the words were formed.
That evening I wrote the music.
Lord, we want to Be With You:
Mary saw two angels in white sitting
where the body of Jesus was lain.
Then they said: Woman Why are you
Weeping? She said to them: Because
they have taken away my Lord…
Now when she turned around and
saw Jesus standing there… Jesus
said to her: Woman, Why are you
Weeping? She supposing him to be
the gardener said: Tell me where
you have laid Him. Jesus said to her:
Mary! She turned and said to him:
Rabonni! Jesus said to her: Go
to my brethren and say to them:
I am ascending to My Father
and your Father (Jn 20:12-17).
Father, thanks for the wonderful
fact that Christ is indeed risen!
Help us Lord to put every aspect
of our lives in that perspective.
Even as You brought us healing
through the wonders of Easter;
continue to pour out Your grace
and Your mercy on Your people.
Lead us to perfect freedom in Christ.
And let the joy to be fulfilled in heaven will also gladden our way
on earth. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Lord Jesus, thank You for being my
Good Shepherd! I am so thankful
You speak & lead me through life.
I am sorry for the times I haven’t
listened to You when You have
tried to warn, help and guide me.
And I have lost so much because
I didn’t listen when You spoke.
But rather than focus on the past
losses, I purpose to do everything
within my ability to hear You now
and to obey what You say. Amen.
Lord, 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 Joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the nite around me be falling
He bids me go; thro the time of woe,
His voice to me is calling… Amen.
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