I love to get in the blackberry patch early.
Just to get in there, something fresh, all sin has settled around over the earth and somehow or another, the honeysuckles are just a bit sweeter early of a morning. The roses, because that the perfume from the rose is settling in the valley, and it hangs there until the breezes comes up and blows it away, and so forth. It speaks this: that it's been alone.
What a beautiful thing it is for someone to get alone in the Presence of God, just set alone. Not make the church, just when you come, to pray at the church, make it your only prayer. Get alone with God.

William Branham, sermon «As The Eagle Stirreth Up Her Nest»
https://en.branham.ru/sermons/57-0714