Little Tree

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Summary

Lyrics

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 humbled servant with no thought or desire of greed
Who casts no stone before Your throne as to me You have shown
To be just like a little tree pointing straight up to Thee

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

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