I'm in your garden, to bear you good fruit,
One of many trees in your garden, content that I'm tended by you.
I love it each day, when I see you walk through,
And look over me, and smile at my growing fruits.
For you are the gardener and I am the plant,
Just a tree with tender shoots, in the Master's skilled hands.
I hope that one day, I'll grow tall and strong,
And make you very proud as my branches grow long.
I want to bear you fruit all the days of my life.
I love you, oh gardener, and want to be a pleasing tree in your sight.
And though I'm just young, and some leaves are a bit bruised,
I know that you'll heal them and prune me into something you can use.
So shape me, oh gardener, and make if me whatever you will,
I am content to be in your garden, sinking my roots deeper still.
One of many trees in your garden, content that I'm tended by you.
I love it each day, when I see you walk through,
And look over me, and smile at my growing fruits.
For you are the gardener and I am the plant,
Just a tree with tender shoots, in the Master's skilled hands.
I hope that one day, I'll grow tall and strong,
And make you very proud as my branches grow long.
I want to bear you fruit all the days of my life.
I love you, oh gardener, and want to be a pleasing tree in your sight.
And though I'm just young, and some leaves are a bit bruised,
I know that you'll heal them and prune me into something you can use.
So shape me, oh gardener, and make if me whatever you will,
I am content to be in your garden, sinking my roots deeper still.