Gardener Green
Oh Lord of the heavens and Lord of the earth
Invisible realms and all we can see
Were both made for your pleasure and worth
Great Gardener Green, in Eden at home
You gladly placed Your pure hands in the soil
Forming children out from the dark loam
We turned away and how, we are sorry
But you made a way to recycle our waste
And rewrite the text of our story
“Now bring Me the dirt and bring Me the dung,”
Father smiles … His ingenious solution?
Richer soil … greater fruit for the Son