My Father is the gardener the bible tells me so
But how long must I look like this I’d really like to know
You see I was a withered branch ingrafted in the vine
And though my boughs grew beautiful
But how long must I look like this I’d really like to know
You see I was a withered branch ingrafted in the vine
And though my boughs grew beautiful
I was pruned by love Divine
My Father is the gardener and really wants to see
More fruit of love upon this branch as
My Father is the gardener and really wants to see
More fruit of love upon this branch as
His word has commanded me
So with the greatest thought and care
He’s cut into his branch
He knows exactly what to prune
and where to put His shears
Yes my Father is the gardener who’s not looking at today
But glancing at the years to come
and the fruit I’ll bear one day
When He prunes a branch He loves it will appear its dead
But my Father is the gardener I do not need to dread
For when the winter is over and
flowers come bursting forth
The season of singing will come and
So with the greatest thought and care
He’s cut into his branch
He knows exactly what to prune
and where to put His shears
Yes my Father is the gardener who’s not looking at today
But glancing at the years to come
and the fruit I’ll bear one day
When He prunes a branch He loves it will appear its dead
But my Father is the gardener I do not need to dread
For when the winter is over and
flowers come bursting forth
The season of singing will come and
the pruning will show its worth
Where once it looked like death, new life will appear
The breath of God will again be seen like
Where once it looked like death, new life will appear
The breath of God will again be seen like
the morning mist so clear
The Bridegroom will come and call for
The Bridegroom will come and call for
His wind from the north and south
“Come blow upon this garden and send its fragrance out
My Father is the gardener
who pruned you with love Divine
How delightful is your love now my sister and my bride!
The fragrance of your perfume better than any spice
The perfume of your garments
bring forth the aroma of life.”
Yes, my Father is the gardener
I will surrender and will wait
For the winter to be over and death no more my state
My Father is the gardener
and through me wants to show
His splendor and His glory to those who do not know
You see I have been chosen to bear fruit that is Divine
For God has said, "It is by your love
“Come blow upon this garden and send its fragrance out
My Father is the gardener
who pruned you with love Divine
How delightful is your love now my sister and my bride!
The fragrance of your perfume better than any spice
The perfume of your garments
bring forth the aroma of life.”
Yes, my Father is the gardener
I will surrender and will wait
For the winter to be over and death no more my state
My Father is the gardener
and through me wants to show
His splendor and His glory to those who do not know
You see I have been chosen to bear fruit that is Divine
For God has said, "It is by your love
that they will know you’re mine
This is why the pruning, this is why the pain
For people to see my love for them
is the reason that I came."
This is why the pruning, this is why the pain
For people to see my love for them
is the reason that I came."
Sharon Trumps
