Did You send this wind, this gale?
Did You place me in its path?
I think not.
Rather, You shoulder this blast with me.
The wind blows, howls.
Leaves move, float.
Yet the trunk, the bow,
Stands firm, stand TRUE.
You let me walk into this tempest.
Not to let me fall, be blown away,
But to walk with me, to keep me rooted.
With You, neither wind nor water can move me.
Help my roots to run deep, to grow greatly.
Let me know, give me, grant me the peace of knowing.
Knowing that no wind can ever move me from Your ancient depths.
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