Little Tree

As the wind blows through the trees
So I see Your breeze through me
Blowing out my dying leaves
Let it be You work in me

And as I look up to You, Lord,
   I see who I must be
A humble servant
   with no thought or desire of greed
Who casts no stone before Your throne
   like to me You have shown
And sown just like a little tree
   pointing straight up to Thee

As the seed runs through the ground
So I too was lost but found
Pulling out my dying weeds
Let it be You grow this seed

And as I look up to You, Lord,
   I see who I must be
A humble servant
   with no thought or desire of greed
Who casts no stone before Your throne
   as to me You have shown
And sown just like a little tree
   pointing straight up to Thee

And as I look up to You, Lord,
   I see who I must be
A humble servant
   with no thought or desire of greed
Who casts no stone before Your throne
   like to me You have shown
And sown just like a little tree
   pointing straight up to Thee