Supposing him to be the gardener,
she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away,
tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.”

Jesus said to her,

“Mary.”

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in the garden You walked in the cool of the day
while the serpent persuaded, “did God really say…?”
then instead of a plea for Your heaven-sent grace,
man attempted to flee and to hide from Your face.

Your justice came forth, yet Your mercy remained,
for You did not consume, though Your heart they had pained.
their sin did not alter Your purpose or plan —
redemption was coming, brought forth by Your hand.
though Eden had fallen, a paradise lost,
Your kindness in exile would not self-exhaust.

in the garden You walked in the cool of the night
while Gethsemane’s shadows extinguished the light,
but instead of relenting to Satan’s smooth voice,
You cried out to Your Father, submitting all choice:
“not my will, Abba,” You prayed there alone,
“but let Yours come to pass; You are King on Your throne.”

then they dragged You away, though You willingly went
from the garden; You knew that for this, You’d been sent.
and the full wrath of God weighed You down on the cross,
Son of Man, now forsaken, not counting the cost.

in the garden they laid You, closed up in the tomb,
body given, blood poured out; Your words became true:
“do this in remembrance” — then their Lord crucified.
in confusion they fled, and their grief multiplied.

in the garden they wept as they came to embalm
their slain Jesus, whom all of their hopes rested on.

and then, in the garden…
You walked once again,
from death resurrected to life for all men:
the great Gardener,
Savior of each one He’s called,
now He walks in His garden,
Redeemer of all.