Rez Irish Garden Lyrics

Sitting in an Irish garden
You melancholy bride
All your children are dying
Blood on the roadside
Your people are helpless
And no one consoles you
As bullets keep flying
Filling you with holes
Why, oh why, did you run and hide
It's a culture shock to the soul
You sit in the flames of the fire you set
The nation is out of control
Sitting in an Irish garden
You broken bride to be
Rise up through your sorrow
Jesus makes you free

Olden days gone by
It was not so then
Time to play, sing and dance
In His Holy land
Why did I hide from You
With the serpent at my heel
I'm sorry for the way that I
Must have made You feel
Must have made You feel
Lord, I'm sorry for the way
I know I made you feel

Humble us to seek You, Father
Heal our land so lost in sin
Draw us from the bitter water
To the garden once again