I pray to tend my garden Lord
Sowing seed for spiritual fruit
Walk beside me with each endeavor
Give me truth in my pursuit
For I am struggling daily
Longing for patience kindness and love
And I hope my hands are faithful
As I search for my garden glove
As my hands lie folded in my lap
A vision comes to me so clear
About hands that touched and guided me
And comforted me in my fear
Yes I recognize my hands today
As they come from a love so strong
And they are the hands of my Mother
And my heart is filled with a song
This morning praise comes from my lips
And I sing to my Lord and Friend
I thank You for my Mother's hands
And the garden You help me tend