Hymns by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette

O God, when your land was crushed and destroyed,
You promised a time when there would be joy —
When none would be thirsty and all would have bread
And life would be bursting from land once thought dead.

O Lord, we cry out: Bring life to your lands;
Then mountains will shout and trees clap their hands.
Instead of the thorn and the dry land will be
Great hillsides of trees from the heights to the sea.

We pray for your earth, for seedlings that grow,
For trees that bear fruit, their roots deep below.
We pray for the farmers, for sunshine and rain —
That lands once called barren may blossom again.

Lord, give us the faith to keep serving you —
To plant and restore, to heal and renew.
For faith, like a mustard seed, bears a surprise:
So tiny indeed, it soon reaches the skies.