I'll see you in the garden,
My rock and hiding place,
My rushing stream to guide the way,
I'll see you in the quiet glade,
I'll see you by the mottled crags,
My song and glory crying out,
My light and spotless righteousness,
I'll see you on the holy mount,
And walk with you to streets of golden glass,
And know no light apart from you.

A soft crackle of snow,
Chases my shadow,
Dancing under the chilly pale light,
And waltzing with my shoes.

A cool breeze,
Caresses my nose leaving it red,
And sleepy clouds seem to fall off their axes,
Down, down into the waking land below.

A quiet walker,
Trudges on to his home,
A faithful friend limps beside,
It's not a long way now.

How he loves him.