One Lowly Branch
I bend and bow, Father,
my branch next to Thee.
How happy I am
to be growing on Your tree.
The trials of this world,
they help me to grow,
and teaches life lessons
You want me to know.
Many things that happen,
I don't understand.
But someday I'll know,
Your Grand Master Plan.
Left me up, Lord,
when I am weary and weak.
Strengthen me daily,
and let me close to You keep.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
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