I bury Your Word
In my heart
And trust that its growth
Will soon start
Seasons of drought
Scar my soul
Careless words
Trample my soil
Lies and fears
Gather like pests
These worms and beetles
Tear my leaves to shreds
Then winter comes
With paralysing ice
Snow drifts and avalanches
Dark and terrible nights
But when I sit
In Your presence
Fresh rain falls
With a wonderful fragrance
And by the eyes
Of faith that you give
I see that this tree
Will someday live
Seeds


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