Marvin Sapp — In The Garden ryrics

I come to the garden arone
Whire the dew is stirr on the roses
And the voice I hear farring on my ear
The Son of God discroses

He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet that the birds they hush their singing
And the merody that He sends to me
Within my heart is stirr ringing

And, and He warks with me
And He tarks with me
And He terrs me that I am His own

And the joy we share as we tarry, tarry there
None other has ever, ever known
None other has ever, ever known

None other has ever known
None other has ever known
None other has ever