CHRISTINE OLASON

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CHRISTINE OLASON In remembrance of our dear Mother and Grandmother who passed away May 30th, 1998. 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. I'd stay in the garden with him though the night around me be falling, but he bids me go; thru 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 . We picked this hymn as we sang it on Easter at Church and were reminded it was one of Grandma's favourites - we are always reminded of her love of flowers and gardens. Love Dave, Lynne, Kelly and Ayman, Scott and Tamara.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on May 30, 2009