In the Garden of my Lord Roses bloom without thorns
petals never wither or tender beauty fade
So when I'm resting in my coffin prepared for the grave
do not shed a tear for me my soul is safe.
All that I am asking is for you not to grieve
I'm going to the flowering garden my Lord has
prepared for me.
In the Garden of my Lord there's a fruitful Olive tree
sprouting from the seed of love roots of mercy reaching deep
When my time on earth is over for my loss do not weep
I'm headed for the thriving forest my Lord has prepared for me.
In the Garden of my Lord there's a newborn butterfly
wings once weak and wet are free to soar and glide
So when I die do not grieve for my Lord will grant
me riches of his wisdom to treasure eternally.
I will leave this skin of flesh take upon a spiritual vest
Life eternal will flood my veins for my Lord forever reigns.
As my heart beats in harmony to the tune the angels sing
I'll soar across the heavens on newborn butterfly wings.