Story Behind The Song
Mother loved to work in the garden. She loved beautiful flowers. As I thought about her working in the garden, down on her knees pulling weeds and tending the soil... pruning and caring for them ,,, I realized it was because of her loving care that her flower beds were full of the sweet fragrance of the flowers she so faithfuly tended.
In much the same way, she submitted her life to the Master's care allowing Him to shape her heart .... a heart as fragrant and sweet as a honeysuckle flower.
Her heart was like a garden... full of the fragrance of her good life, her good deeds, her love for God's children. She was a friend to the underdog. She loved God with her whole heart and was faithful in all she did. She was a walking, breathing example to me of the love and compassion of Jesus. THANK YOU MOTHER, I MISS YOU
Song Description
This is a song I wrote to honor my mother after she passed away. She was the most beautiful person I have ever known.
| Song Length |
3:13 |
Genre |
World - Celtic, Folk - Religious |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Mood |
Endearing, Moving |
| Subject |
Heaven, Spirituality |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The Garden
janetsteely@fastmail.us jason@jasonkuhn.com
Janet Steely copyright2009 Jason Kuhn
lyrics music
Verse 1: Her heart was like a garden fair, where flowers of color bloom,
Fragrant and full of rare and costly perfumes
A paradise, a garden among toilsome thorns.
Tender life did bloom there and gifts of love were born
Chorus 1:
And in her garden I found comfort.
In her garden I found peace.
She showed a faith I can hold onto,
tending her garden on her knees.
Verse 2: She fled earth's restraining veil yet in her shadow there is light.
Hope passed on, life well lived in sunshine or dark night
Now she walks in paradise by waters crystal clear
Heaven's flowers never fade, eyes have no tears.
Chorus 2:
And in His garden I find comfort.
In His garden I find peace.
I have a faith I can hold onto,
know how to get down on my knees.
Bridge: Memories she left behind still speak His truth to me.
Lips of honey sharing kindness with a heart of loyalty
showing the way to my Savior the one who sets men free
Chorus 3:
The love of God was always near her,
In her hands and in her heart
She desired His skillful pruning,
her garden His work of art.
TAG:
Yes, the garden of her heart was the Master's work of art.
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