A Tale of Two Gardens
God gave us all a garden once And walked with us at eve That we might know him face to face With no need to believe. But we denied and hid from him Concealing our own shame Yet he still came to look for us And call us each by name. He found us where we hid from him He clothed us in his grace But still we turned our backs on him And would not see his face. So now he comes to us again Not as a Lord most high But weak and helpless as we are That we might hear him cry. And he who clothed us in our need Lies naked in the straw That we might wrap him in our rags Whom once we fled in awe. The strongest comes in weakness now A stranger to our door The king forsakes his palaces And dwells amongst the poor. And where we hurt he hurts with us And when we weep he cries He knows the heart of all our hurts The inside of our sighs. He does not look down from above But gazes up at us That we might take him in our arms Who always cradles us. And if we welcome him again With open hands and heart He’ll plant his garden deep in us The end from which we start. And in that garden there’s a tomb Whose stone is rolled away Where we and all we’ve ever loved Were lowered in the clay. But Lo! the tomb is empty now And, clothed in living light, His ransomed people walk with One Who came on Christmas night. So come Lord Jesus, find in me The child you came to save Stoop tenderly with wounded hands And lift me from my grave. Be with us all Emmanuel And keep us close and true Be with us till that Kingdom comes Where we will be with you.