Come and fill the space I left on the canvas When I removed my hand It was just in the way Let each branch be colorful and fruitful Like it doesn't belong to a man For I brought nothing to you that I wasn't given And I won't take the time that wasn't mine at all If we're searching for healing I will be willing to fall 'Cause look behind you to the garden that is dying That was mine to tend and prune and make lovely All the tears I haven't given to the soil And all the lack of toil is my failing This garden is meant to be a gift for someone else Just as colors on your canvas need the space to fill If you finish, can I see it? Will you let me be beside you? Will He let me open greenhouse door And show you springtime bloom? Will we run together again? 'Cause look behind you to the garden that is dying That was mine to tend and prune and make lovely All the tears I haven't given to the soil And all the lack of toil is my failing I don't have a promise I just have to trust I don't have a promise I just have to trust I don't have a promise I just have to trust I don't have a promise I just have to trust Will you trust it too? 'Cause look behind you to the garden that is dying That was mine to tend and prune and make lovely All the tears I haven't given to the soil And all the lack of toil is my failing