From the recording The Hand That Leads Me Home

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Lyrics

Garden stones, now hidden ruins, retrace our steps to Eden
Tenacity of entropy an unforgiving cloak
“Toil and sweat”, the Gardner said “and thorny seeds will grow.”
But shaping splendor from the rough does war against the treason

The Gardner calls our hands to weed, to plant and tend with grace
Beauty from the chaos where we labor
The Artist draws us to create and worship all our days
Faithful with the talents he has measured
Living out the echoes from the first Word ((Whoa-oh-oh)

Vacant pages, empty staves, they mock us like a critic
Thoughts assail with fear to fail, and tell us not to try
The Artist cries, “You are my child, and you are my delight.
Just like Me in artistry, so take your pen and worship!”

The Gardner calls our hands to weed, to plant and tend with grace
Beauty from the chaos where we labor
The Artist draws us to create and worship all our days
Faithful with the talents he has measured
Living out the echoes…

Resounding through the ages
The cosmos shouts its praise
And now we demonstrate
Living out His image to create

The Gardner calls our hands to weed, to plant and tend with grace
Beauty from the chaos where we labor
The Artist draws us to create and worship all our days
Faithful with the talents he has measured
Living out the echos,
We’re colorizing grey-tones
Yea, we’re living out the echoes from the first Word (Whoa-oh-oh)