Enter my garden spot; kneel on the ground.

Look on my face and gather around.  

In tattered rags come, whether young or old.

See my pure off’ring as was foretold.

I promise healing; blessings will flow.

Enter at Calvary. Come, enter in.

Watch as I labor; watch as I win.

Though I can’t carry my own cross alone,

I vow to carry each cross you own.

My death shows solace when sins are sown.

Enter my empty tomb. Come, enter in.

Eyes will not see me, as now I live.

I have arisen for mankind to view.

My life was taken, making all new.

My life was given, given for you.

I am your true God; Lo, I am Him.

I am the sure way; my scars show my win.  

My love brings glory. O, enter in.

Then to each pure heart I enter in.