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In Your Garden
In Your garden I will be at the break of day
Waiting for You, Lord!
There I will be, I will not flee, for in the blood I washed myself
In the blood of the Lamb
I will hear Your voice and draw near to You
With my lips I will kiss You
And holding Your hand, I will walk with You
Upon the stones of fire
In the garden, I hear the sound of the Lord
Where are You? He asks me!
Here I am waiting for You!
For in the blood I washed myself, in the blood of the Lamb
Where are You? Lord, here I am!
Will You come with me? Yes, give me Your hand
Next to You, Lord, everything seems to fly!
And when the day ends
I will be in Your Garden waiting for You!
In Your garden I will be at the break of day, day after day!
There I will be, I will not flee, for in the blood I washed myself
In the blood of the Lamb
I will hear Your voice and draw near to You
With my lips I will kiss You
And holding Your hand, I will walk with You upon the stones of fire
In the garden, I hear the sound of the Lord
Where are You? He asks me!
Here I am waiting for You!
For in the blood I washed myself, in the blood of the Lamb
Where are You? Lord, here I am!
Will You come with me? Yes, give me Your hand
Next to You, Lord, everything seems to fly!
With You I will walk upon the stones of fire
My beloved
