Garden

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 itself

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 its 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 fruits

We are the first fruits