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There in the garden of tears,
My heavy load, He chose to bear,
His heart with sorrow was torn,
Yet not My will, but Yours He said.
Come see His hands and His feet,
The scars that speak of sacrifice,
Hand that flung stars into space,
To cruel nails surrendered.
So let us learn how to serve,
And in our lives enthrone Him,
Each others needs to prefer,
For it is Christ we're serving.