Terry Mills

Lyrics

THE GARDENER
Morning finally came; I never got out of those clothes
My eyes are swollen from sobbing into my pillow
Run through the dawning, run through the biting wind
Rehearsing what I would say
To make the guards give way so I could see Him again

Something has gone very wrong; I wondered as I glanced around
Some kind of break-in; the guards are all missing
It’s like a battleground
The stranger who told me that He is no longer here; He has gone ahead
I was to go tell the others He’d risen from the dead
I…need..to see…Him…..You don’t understand
Stop….speaking…your riddles…show me the man
Show me the man…..show me the man
My tears are falling again; what can all of this mean?
Here comes the gardener, someone familiar, perhaps there’s something he has seen.
Can you please tell me where they have taken his Body?
I’ll keep your secret safe.
I need relief from this agony, who robbed the grave?
HE CALLED MY NAME; HE CALLED MY NAME; HE CALLED MY NAME.
Joyful, joyful we adore thee; God of heaven, Lord of love
Our hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above
You melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away
Giver of immortal gladness; You fill us with the light….of day.