We’re making a garden;
We’re working the ground.
In land that’s bombed and torn,
Your love soaks through the soil;
New life can yet be born.

All welcome to the building;
All invited to the fruit.
On earth, God’s planned a garden;
Every hand that’s gripped a sword
Can make a ploughshare too.

Come join the work;
God’s bringing life,
God’s bringing life.
Hands in the same dirt-
Enemies are one body now.

Come sing new words;
God’s bringing life,
God’s bringing life.
Lay down your swords;
The wars you’ve learned are over now;
God’s turned our weapons into ploughs.

Our hands won’t be idle;
Our hearts won’t grow cold.
In the barren ground before us,
We can see a garden;
We can see a home.

Though drought is around us;
Though fires will come:
We’ve tasted the harvest;
Our God has drawn us close;
Your love has made us one.

Come join the work;
God’s bringing life,
God’s bringing life.
Hands in the same dirt-
Enemies are one body now.

Come sing new words;
God’s bringing life,
God’s bringing life.
Lay down your swords;
The wars you’ve learned are over now;
God’s turned our weapons into ploughs.
New life will come from death, somehow.

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