My roots deep, limbs reaching high. Who could have seen such growth in the future, when I was a small shoot in mud?
Am I now being moved to a new realm? Do I grasp new soil?
Let me, Lord, grow where I am.
(Letter #4047)
My roots deep, limbs reaching high. Who could have seen such growth in the future, when I was a small shoot in mud?
Am I now being moved to a new realm? Do I grasp new soil?
Let me, Lord, grow where I am.
(Letter #4047)