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.
