I went back into my past and planted a garden there –
The memories were dead and dried.
And all along the fields
Where dreams laid buried,
I gathered up their bones
And prayed them back to life.
In an old shed I found a bucket of tears,
Locked up in frustration and failure.
With it, I watered the garden
Parched with regret and shame,
And sowed seeds of faith,
Where there grew weeds of sorrow.
Now when I revisit the memories are sweet
Fragrant with life, laughter,
Hope and promise.
The dreams are alive,
Singing and dancing with praise,
And the grains of faith are ripe for the harvest.
I went back into my past and planted a garden there…
Now as the future blooms eternal –