With Deep Roots
Rough twisted trunks looking like driftwood
Covered with white in the high mountain snow
Ancient pine, for four thousand years has stood
Smoothly worn trunk, as the mighty winds blow.
With thin air it was forced to grow slowly
Rooted in the ground, it must hold its own
It has stood so long, and seems so lonely
But against all odds it has proudly grown.
So, as you stand ‘gainst the winds of sorrow
Build roots in your soul to ward off pain
You can face what will come on the morrow
And with faith in Him, you will live again.
When, with the trials of life you’re surrounded
Only strong roots will keep you well grounded.
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