"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 the joy we share as we tarry there none other has ever known." ( In the Garden, C. Austin Miles)
Five 5"x7" “In the Garden” blank notecards with envelopes.