In the Garden

In the garden was a glorious home

In the garden a Tree stood alone

There in the garden was Godís holy throne,

He walked among men.He called us His friends

His Glory was shown!

But there in the Garden Sin entered in

The fruit was forbidden to men

And there in the Garden they died there and then

Godís Word they did doubt

So they were cast out

To die in their Sin.

Man was the keeper, the Gardener-king

The sower and reaper and ruler of all things

But the tree was lovely for the knowledge it brings

But man suffered loss as it became a cross

Now a sad song He sings.

And now a new gardener works outsideÝ a tomb

A place that is empty because it has bloomed

Itís seed has sprung forth now , has broken the earth

He has risen again, in his garden heíll tend

Its fruit of new birth

Anthony Foster

September 17, 2007