I drifted from the fields of endless love
Ruined by the choking airs of lustful desires
Tossed by the foul wind of raging sin
And an enemy-The prince of the power of the air
I lay trampled and wasted by the world
A dormant vessel of lost potential
The caring gardener picked me by his grace
Through faith he mended and planted me
Holy vineyard of blessed life
Aromas of a holy life
May I live rooted to the cross
Bearing fruit, abundant fruit
Flavours that serve the earth
Fragrances that delight heaven
This is true Easter
That Jesus died
And I with Him.
That Jesus is alive
And I with Him.
May I live rooted to the cross
Bearing fruit, abundant fruit
Flavours that serve the earth
Fragrances that delight heaven
