There's a garden my brother started months ago Though he prayed for harvest, it now lies overgrown He shuffled earth but never sowed a seed Only his doubts took root and they chocked his faith like weeds But when his nerves returned, he went to face those empty beds And found the earth had given birth despite his promises unkept
Brother Micah feared the seeds he'd sown And he prayed for mercy from crops he knew would surely grow But there's no way to hide the shame we plant at night They may lie dormant but blooms will always find the light If there was only justice in this world, he'd be alone With his heart still left in parts that he could never whole But now I ask you of his bride: 'Friend, do you see that rose?' She is the loveliest crop failure he will ever know
We plant, water and worry But we don't have any control of the harvest itself But, oh, the Messiah, He is not like us His power is endless and He won't break His promise And there's still a garden, sown at the foundation It's ripe with redemption and spreading its roots
Bless the storm for the rain Bless the Lord for the proof That the harvest is soon And I know that it's true Cause I have seen the first fruits We are the first fruits