Solitude is talking to God all alone with Him. Just as Jesus did in the Garden of Gethsemani.
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 he joy we share, as we tarry there.
None other has ever known.
In solitude there is healing, blessings and mercy. Speak to your heavenly Father, Listen carefully to His voice.
Sometimes in the absence of noise we find the answers to all our problems.
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 he joy we share, as we tarry there.
None other has ever known.
In solitude there is healing, blessings and mercy. Speak to your heavenly Father, Listen carefully to His voice.
Sometimes in the absence of noise we find the answers to all our problems.