Wanda and George’s Garden. Photo Credit: Chelsea Hollow
Years after my grandfather died, my grandmother reconnected with an old friend from Ohio. George was an old family friend and a widower. A youthful romance followed. I will always remember George’s kindness, good humor and most of all the spry young love he had for my grandmother Wanda.
I arranged this mostly as a way to spend some time alone with my memories of George. Whenever I think of George and Wanda, I think of the beautiful garden they kept together. I sang this hymn at my Grandmother’s memorial service so it seemed like a fitting tribute to George.
This video was recorded in my backyard here in San Francisco.
Hymn: “In The Garden”
By Charles Austin Miles Arranged and played by Jordan Eldredge In honor of George Morris.
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.
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.