I want to know that I am blessed because I trust in my Father
because He is my hope.
I want my roots to have grown deep into the ground
near the water of life,
always standing tall, weathering the storms
as the river flows by,
sometimes full and fast,
sometimes dried to a trickle.
Whether scorching hot or bitter cold,
I will choose not to fear
anything except failing to please
the One who sustains me.
Every year, when my green leaves turn gold and red,
then brown and brittle,
flying away on a whisper of wind,
I will celebrate this dance of life
with every new green leaf
and every bare branch.
Whether every drop of water dries up
and my sap no longer flows,
or the flood waters tear at my roots,
I won’t be anxious for a thing.
I will rejoice and let the wind carry my
seeds wherever they land.
I will never cease to bear fruit.
Amen and amen.