The Gardener

I wait in the garden of grace

In the wee small hours of the morning

In silence there I seek His face

And the dance begins as I am mourning sin

For in the garden we are set free again.

The first gardener fell, Adam entered into hell

But the vinedresser came for you and me

He threw off the grave clothes and then he arose

The new gardener returns in victory

Till our soil, prune our vines

Come and Heal each bruised branch and vine

Till the harvest comes and the season is done

From fruit of His labor each man dines

When the living tree set inÝ Eden is set free

To reach its branches into earth

In the garden temptation came

From the garden he went on to Calvary

Outside the city met our destiny

The first Adam sinned and so it all begins

The second Adam came to overcome

Now the gardener-King

Fell to the ground to bring

A rich harvest like the worldÝ has never seen

Come and see the fields, white to harvest as they yield

The fruitÝ of righteousness in the soul of man

The seed of the woman accomplished the plan

For in Him we died

Cast out and crucified

Now to his garden we may enter in

Soon it comes to earth

New Jesusalemís new birth

Bringing light is the city on the Hill.

Where the rivers flow Godís will each man shall know

For He himself shall be light in that place

The radiance from His glorious face

Shall fill the garden then from beginning to the end

The consummation of the tree of lifeÝ in His word

And we shall see the King of which weíve heard.

Anthony Foster

September 17, 2007