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