The Source of My Everything
Oh Lord my God how I struggled
to push my way through heavy dirt to you,
but I heard your name and knew no else
so I pushed onward to you and
when the weight seemed to overcome me
I cried out in songs of fear,
but you heard me in my black despair.
Only you know what all was said and done there,
for soon I found your glorious light
and treasured it deep within me.
Just as I found it though,
I soon became parched and dry
forever reaching for your living water deep
beneath the stones and soil I live in.
When the wind seemed to try and uproot me,
I cried out in songs of pain,
but you heard me in my dry despair.
Only you know all that was said and done there,
for soon my roots found your living water and
the wind began to strengthen and deepen them,
And I treasured it deep within me.
Just as I found it though,
I soon became breathless
trying to find my purposes and being
when everyone else's purpose
and all there is to be suffocated me,
I cried out in songs of confusion,
but you heard me in my breathless despair.
Only you know what all was said and done there,
for soon I breathed your life giving breath
and treasured it deep within me.
Just as I found it though,
I soon forgot of you
continually forcing you on all the other trees,
but you sent the lumber jack right past me to remind me
I cried out in songs of repentance,
but you heard me in my humbled despair.
Only you know what all was said and done there,
for soon i found your graceful love
and fruit began to grow on my boughs.
So, now I reach a time of reflection and growth
for the sun has rose and the wind blows
to give me energy and strength,
though I know I can fall,
I know the source of my everything.