Your love brings me back to the garden
the garden of my conceiving,
the place where I first felt your grace
These grains of sand in Abba's Hand
Your hand upon my face
Your tender embrace,
reminding me of our place
Yeshua, your love brings me back to the Garden
You are the One True Vine
One with Abba Father, Yahweh Creator Divine
Holy Spirit, turning all my water to wine
Your outstretched arm brings me back to Eden, your Garden of pleasure and delight
And you make me lie down in the pastures of your provision:
Bread and Water, Water to Wine,
I drink from the Rivers of Holy Spirit dwelling in mine
In the Garden, I am free
For Yah sees me,
Little Lee
Lovely,
Rooted in the Tree of Life
Never to be bound again
for your Love that paid my ransom my price
brings me back to the Garden
Yadiyad, Your Hand in mine,
My breath rising and falling with yours, for this breath came from you..
and to you shall return..
nothing to prove or earn
There is no place I would rather be then here in your arms
Dark am I and lovely.
Married for all eternity,
In the Garden, I am forever free
simply because You are here with me
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