My Father Is The Gardener
You, my Father are the Gardener;
I was just a little seed
That you tended Lord,
And nurtured;
Caring for my every need.
With you, my Father, as the Gardener
I grew into a little tree
That you cherished, Lord,
With kindness;
Always watching over me.
With you, my Father, as the Gardener
I couldn’t help but grow and grow
As you fed me, Lord,
With wisdom;
Teaching me what I should know.
Though you, my Father, are the Gardener
I’ve been through some painful days
As you’ve weeded, Lord,
And pruned me
With your bright and burning gaze.
Glory to you, Heavenly Gardener
For the work begun in me.
Continue working, Lord,
I pray you,
Till I am a fruitful tree.
You, my Father are the Gardener;
I was just a little seed
That you tended Lord,
And nurtured;
Caring for my every need.
With you, my Father, as the Gardener
I grew into a little tree
That you cherished, Lord,
With kindness;
Always watching over me.
With you, my Father, as the Gardener
I couldn’t help but grow and grow
As you fed me, Lord,
With wisdom;
Teaching me what I should know.
Though you, my Father, are the Gardener
I’ve been through some painful days
As you’ve weeded, Lord,
And pruned me
With your bright and burning gaze.
Glory to you, Heavenly Gardener
For the work begun in me.
Continue working, Lord,
I pray you,
Till I am a fruitful tree.
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