My Epic - Garden lyrics
[My Epic - Garden lyrics]
There's a garden my brother
Started months ago
Though he prayed for harvest
It now lies overgrown
He shuffled earth but never sowed a seed
Only his doubts took root and they
Chocked his faith like weeds
But when his nerves returned
He went to face those empty beds
And found the earth had given
Birth despite his promises unkept
Brother Micah feared the seeds he'd sown
And he prayed for mercy from crops
He knew would surely grow
But there's no way to hide the
Shame we plant at night
They may lie dormant but blooms
Will always find the light
If there was only justice in this world
He'd be alone
With his heart still left in parts
That he could never whole
But now I ask you of his bride: "Friend
Do you see that rose?"
She is the loveliest crop failure
He will ever know we plant, water and worry
But we don't have any control
Of the harvest it'self
But, oh, the Messiah, He is not like us
His power is endless and He
Won't break His promise
And there's still a garden
Sown at the foundation
It's ripe with redemption and
Spreading it's roots
Bless the storm for the rain
Bless the Lord for the proof
That the harvest is soon
And I know that it's true
Cause, I have seen the first fruit's
We are the first fruit's
Started months ago
Though he prayed for harvest
It now lies overgrown
He shuffled earth but never sowed a seed
Only his doubts took root and they
Chocked his faith like weeds
But when his nerves returned
He went to face those empty beds
And found the earth had given
Birth despite his promises unkept
Brother Micah feared the seeds he'd sown
And he prayed for mercy from crops
He knew would surely grow
But there's no way to hide the
Shame we plant at night
They may lie dormant but blooms
Will always find the light
If there was only justice in this world
He'd be alone
With his heart still left in parts
That he could never whole
But now I ask you of his bride: "Friend
Do you see that rose?"
She is the loveliest crop failure
He will ever know we plant, water and worry
But we don't have any control
Of the harvest it'self
But, oh, the Messiah, He is not like us
His power is endless and He
Won't break His promise
And there's still a garden
Sown at the foundation
It's ripe with redemption and
Spreading it's roots
Bless the storm for the rain
Bless the Lord for the proof
That the harvest is soon
And I know that it's true
Cause, I have seen the first fruit's
We are the first fruit's