The Garden in My Mind

Hook

There’s a garden in my mind where the shadows like to grow

Every whisper of temptation sound sweeter than I know

But a voice in the wind say the truth every time

Life in the roots if I stay on the vine

There’s a garden in my mind where the war run deep

Serpents in the grass when the soul don’t sleep

But grace still bloom when the light come through

And the Gardener restore what the darkness once knew

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Verse 1

Started with a thought like a seed in the ground

Little whisper saying “no one else around”

Fruit looking good, truth bending slow

Same old lie from the garden long ago

Pride in the soil where the ego take root

Eyes on the branch when the lie bear fruit

Mind say taste it, heart say wait

But temptation always knocking at the gate

I seen how a moment turn peace into dust

Seen how desire make the righteous lose trust

Every fallen leaf tell a story of the past

How the serpent talk slick when the test come fast

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Hook

There’s a garden in my mind where the shadows like to grow

Every whisper of temptation sound sweeter than I know

But a voice in the wind say the truth every time

Life in the roots if I stay on the vine

There’s a garden in my mind where the war run deep

Serpents in the grass when the soul don’t sleep

But grace still bloom when the light come through

And the Gardener restore what the darkness once knew

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Verse 2

Then I heard footsteps in the cool of the air

Same voice asking softly “why you hiding in there?”

Not anger in the tone, more mercy in the sound

Like a father calling children when the lost get found

Said the cross was planted where the old tree fell

Where the curse took root, now redemption dwell

Blood in the soil where the mercy ran deep

Now the garden can live where the broken hearts weep

Now I guard my thoughts like a gate to the land

Pull the weeds when the lies try to grow in the sand

Cause the same God walking in Eden that day

Still planting new life when we choose His way

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Outro

Yeah…

The war ain’t always in the streets.

Sometimes it’s in the garden.

Right behind the eyes.

But the same God who walked with Adam…

Still walks with us.