Bitter winter winds may rustle my leaves
And shake me to the core
But I stand still
For my roots keep me grounded
Sharp shooting showers may pour
And drench my very soul
But I stand still
For heavenly waters only set my desire to persevere alight
In the end, when all is said and done
I stand still
For I am secure in the knowledge
That thou art with me
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
Bitter winter winds may rustle my leaves
And shake me to the core
But I stand still
For my roots keep me grounded
Sharp shooting showers may pour
And drench my very soul
But I stand still
For heavenly waters only set my desire to persevere alight
In the end, when all is said and done
I stand still
For I am secure in the knowledge
That thou art with me
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