6.27.2011

A Wretch in God's Garden

There's a wretch in God's garden digging down on through the soil.
Breaking up what's been hardened, killing snakes in their coil.
There's a wretch in God's garden, he makes a living through his toil.
Every seed he'll soon harvest, grows a fruit that's bound to spoil.

Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.

There's a wretch that's gone wandering, making life a game of chance.
His wealth is getting squandered in ode to his own plans.
There's a wretch that's gone wandering to a far-off, distant land.
Every cent he's been allotted falls quickly from his hands.

Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.

I'm a wretch and I'm a farmer, quite deserving of both names.
Either wasting or out working, my pride has me enslaved.
I'm a wretch and I'm a farmer trying to earn what can't be gained.
Every act becomes a fodder, each thought leaves me the blame.

Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.

Every wretch has got a Father, loving reckless through the years.
Making ripe what once was rotten, giving hope in spite of fear.
Every wretch has got a Father, running swiftly to be near.
Every grace he tends on showing, causes debt to disappear.

Woa oh oh oh, prodigal.


...ramble on...

1 comment:

  1. Shelly CunninghamJune 27, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    Aaahhhh, "giving hope in spite of fear"
    "causes debt to disappear"
    Love these words, every one of them Dane!!
    Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing this song. I live on the hope that "every grace He tends on showing."

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