Rooted

This is a day my God has made constructed within His mighty hand. He saw it good to have me placed within the frame of time I stand. Each season only good for me wether the cold or heat prevail, surely in time good fruit I'll bare If i trust in Him without fail. Sometimes moved by the slightest breeze, I start to wonder how long before these testing tempests cease (but they do make my branches strong). Sometimes I contaminate the soil with thoughts that weary me forgetting that these seeds I sow will reap my life's testimony. But oh, how great is He in grace that roots me in His love, not a foundation as secure as the Cornerstone above seated at the right hand of the Father interceding without end on my behalf before the throne so that I live in Him again. Even the world withers away but I know God's Word ever same says I was made to give Him glory and fleshly ways I am to tame. bring to submission and obedience what once was filled with worldly pride and for His purpose I endeavour because He's kept me all this time.