O Gardener of Life,

your mercy is steadfast, sure.

With care you plant us.

You turn the earth around us

and water our roots with love.

Even when we bear no fruit,

year after struggling year,

you are patient.

Your hope for us leafs out and flowers.

From the sweet fruits of your labor

you make a feast—

a banquet for all the famished,

free and fine.

At the table we tell the story:

God alone is good!

Together we sing your praise:

Honor and glory, gladness and thanks,

now and forever. Amen.