Each time the pleasant breezes blow,
I hear my angel say hello.
Telling me she’s always near,
As I walk with my God in the garden.

Children playing make a peaceful scene,
Flowers blooming, butterflies zooming.
My heart is at peace,
As I walk with my God in the garden.

As evening shadows creep,
And the flowers go to sleep.
My angel will a vigil keep,
As I walk with my God in the garden

July 14, 2010