Garden Without Thorns
In the Garden of my Lord Roses bloom without thorns
petals never wither or tender beauty fade
So when I'm resting in my coffin prepared for the grave
do not shed a tear for me my soul is safe.
All that I am asking is for you not to grieve
I'm going to the flowering garden my Lord has
prepared for me.
In the Garden of my Lord there's a fruitful Olive tree