The tears of God come rushing down to moisturize the earth,
The water fills the hardened ground with life and brings new birth.
The seeds that we have planted, lie dormant in the ground,
Until His precious water quenches souls without a sound,
He breathes His life into them and they flourish more each day,
Without God’s intervention, they’d perish or give way,
To each and every evil weed that strangles and destroys,
To temptation and those crafty lies that Satan oft deploys,
God’s garden is protected by His own beloved Son,
Who came to give all paradise, the victory He has won.