My Epic
Garden
There's a garden my brother started months agoThough he prayed for harvest, it now lies overgrownHe shuffled earth but never sowed a seedOnly his doubts took root and they chocked his faith like weedsBut when his nerves returned, he went to face those empty bedsAnd found the earth had given birth despite his promises unkeptBrother Micah feared the seeds he'd sownAnd he prayed for mercy from crops he knew would surely growBut there's no way to hide the shame we plant at nightThey may lie dormant but blooms will always find the lightIf there was only justice in this world, he'd be alone,With his heart still left in parts that he could never wholeBut now I ask you of his bride: "Friend, do you see that rose?"She is the loveliest crop failure he will ever knowWe plant, water and worryBut we don't have any control of the harvest itselfBut, oh, the Messiah, He is not like usHis power is endless and He won't break His promiseAnd there's still a garden, sown at the foundationIt's ripe with redemption and spreading its rootsBless the storm for the rainBless the Lord for the proofThat the harvest is soonAnd I know that it's trueCause I have seen the first fruitsWe are the first fruits
From Letras Mania