Sorrow Garden

I'm not a soloist, but I really love this song. Singing it at Hyrum's funeral made me feel close to him. Some of you have requested a recording of Sorrow Garden, so here's a rough and imperfect one... Because I figured the timeliness of music in our healing and grief is more important than musical perfection. We love you all. (Lyrics below)

Sunny boy, my gardener, I see the blossoms in your soul. 

You let your feelings sprout and spread in blue and red and yellow-gold.

You grew a sorrow garden,
So few tomorrows garden.
The holes and hurt there in the dirt could never stop your garden.

You grew the purple twisted vines each time you pushed through fear or pain, 

With roots so deep and leaves so fine, they glisten every time it rains. 

And then the tiny gentle sprouts- small moments others might not see.
This dark earth makes them stand out. How dear it feels now, just to be.

You grew a sorrow garden,
So few tomorrows garden.
The holes and hurt there in the dirt could never stop your garden.

So small for such a legacy and all because of just one thing-
The way you faced your tragedy turned grief to growth and snow to spring. 

You cleared the dark and thorny weeds of guilt and pride and bitterness 

And planted gentle violet seeds, then picked their flowers of hope and rest.

We had a different landscape planned until this broken lonely land.
But you’re a gardener and you chose…You chose to just find ways to let it grow.

You grew a sorrow garden,
So few tomorrows garden.
The holes and hurt there in the dirt could never stop your garden.

You grew.