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
He speaks and the sound of his voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me within my heart is ringing
And he walks with me…
I’d stay in the garden with him though the night around me is falling
But He bids me go through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
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
He speaks and the sound of his voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that he gave to me within my heart is ringing
And he walks with me…
I’d stay in the garden with him though the night around me is falling
But He bids me go through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
someone should make a chair or something out of this
They’re all like “Stop spraying me with ink Zoidberg!” “Put on pants Zoidberg!” “Don’t touch our fancy box Zoidberg”!
I’d like to use this image for a project. Do you own this picture?