“Voices in the Garden“
Set at liberty-my Jesus
Set at liberty-my friend
Set at liberty-my soul-Oh Lord
Let me hear you speak again
Whisper gently to my spirit
Tell me-son-I lovest you
Melt my heart-Your strength impart
Oh Lord-I lovest you
Speak softly Holy Spirit
In your kind and gentle way
Least I follow-Lord-a stranger
And from Your Presence turn away
Oh Precious Jesus-Lord of mine
The lover of my soul
Your voice is mending-Love Unending
Causing freedom-making whole
Oh Father please forgive me
From Your Voice – let me not stray
For the stranger’s so assaulting
Soul tearing and depraved
Having no mercy-full of cruelty
He is the master of all lies
He is out Lord-to deceive me
So Lord cause me to be wise
Let me recognize that serpent
As he first begins to speak
And with all authority-Oh Lord
I’ll put him beneath my feet
Your victory Lord – I’ll glory in
And celebrate each day
With the accuser Lord beneath my feet
My headaches will go away
Let me sense the sweet assurance
Of Your “Ever Presence Love”
Pure and Holy-Righteous Thoughts
Settle on me like a dove
Your voice it tends the garden
Causes fruit lord to abound
Love, Joy, Peace, Patience
And Goodness-therein-are found
Faith, Meekness, and Temperance
In Your voice are also found
Long-Suffering with Gentleness
Toward others does abound
Truly lord when You are speaking
We will recognize your voice
If the fruits aren’t there we will beware
It is the strangers voice