Though it did not show green
Time has turned all new leaves
Underground there is a seed
And there is a Gardener
Seasons bring new hue
Trees are aging still
Life diverging soon
And His word is flawless
Cut back so I may bloom
Trim the branch, come and prune
Bear in me your new fruit
I am your garden
Every vine his plan
The flowers in his hands
He works when I can't
In his fields of purpose
There is true design
In planting, a delight
In grass green or dying hay
The lily dress or desert clay
Cut back so I may bloom
Trim the branch, come and prune
Bear in me your new fruit
I am your garden
There is one who knows your time
His joy to bring you fresh light
To water the dream
Pasture of desire
He longs to bear in you new life
He longs to bear in you new life
Cut back so I may bloom
Trim the branch, come and prune
Bear in me your new fruit
I am your garden
To bring me joy
To bring me fruit
It is your aim
It is your heart
I will remain
I will abide
I will rest in the vine
Rest in the vine
To bring me joy
To bring me fruit
It is your aim
It is your heart
I will remain
I will abide
I will rest in the vine
Rest in the vine
Rest in the vine
Rest in the vine
Cut back so I may bloom
Trim the branch, come and prune
Bear in me your new fruit
I am your garden