O Jardineiro Que Chora

There is only one Gardener who cries
Seeing a flower fall from his garden
The one he cared for so tenderly
Now brings tears of pain
For so long you were so beautiful
Had the perfume of purest love
Why did you let the world's wind
Take you from the Lord's garden

He who was your faithful gardener
I seem to see his eyes cry
Seeing his fallen and dead flower
In the mud, unable to rise

The good gardener cultivated the land
Planted with love and the garden flourished
Believers are the Lord's plantations
Through Christ on the cross of Calvary emerged
The good gardener is the Lord Jesus
The strayed believer is the fallen flower
The world's wind is what's worthless
Blew on the flower until it destroyed

Beloved brother listening to me now
There is still time for you to return
For the prophet Isaiah spoke
Seek the Lord while he may be found
Your chair still awaits you
Return to take your place
You are the flower that until today
Caused sadness in Christ, making him cry

The good gardener still waits
For the fallen flower to bloom again
Because he himself said that one day
To heaven the dear garden will be taken