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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