Standing amidst the garden so bare
The
storm raged and wild winds blew
Swaying so
weak and trembling
My heart was led to call
to you.
Prune branches that I may flourish
Prune
back thine branches O'Lord
That one day
stands a mighty tree
Strong enough to
withstand any storm.
Fierce winds shall blow time to
time
Breaking away such fragile
growth
Removing weak and remaining strong
Through storm stands the mighty oak.
Plant your roots deeply within
faith
Cling tightly to him as you
grow
There is purpose for each swift
wind
Allowing us at times to be exposed.
God knows all our fears and turmoil
And
cries with us through life's grief
But always
know there is a purpose
For him withholding
instant relief.
Knowing always what is best for
us
May it be shelter, or winds from
storm
Yet so aware of the winds of
affliction
Stronger branches our tree will
adorn.
Constantly he's leading our journey
Hand
in hand as sorrows may come
Yet within the
sorrows storm so brief
The stronger the
branches become.
