You are the Gardner who plants us.
You dug deep into the soil.
And brought a vine out of Egypt.
As a Master gardener, you cleared the ground,
planted us deep in faith and tradition.
Our roots nourished by your love and grace.
Mountains were covered by our shade.
We sent branches out to every nation.
Today, we stand weary.
Burned by fire. Flooded by tears. Devoured by despair.
Revive us, O Lord,
Restore us, O Lord God of hosts.
Let your face shine, that we may be saved.
(C)2017 Worship’s Wake, Nathan Decker