The Invincible

If I am the gardener, but i waste the harvest on the cows and the pigs
who am i but the moss on the tree the leech in the sea

God i loved you
when i was invincible

at your command i would have died to keep them alive, but i am still alive
so who am i, and what am i?  but the hand that is fed by the lovers that bled?

God i loved you!
when i was invincible