The Planting of the Lord
The Planting of the LordWritten August 26, 2005
My eyes have been opened to see
The plating of the Lord in me
My tree grows tall
And my roots go down
As this place, my planting, I’ve found.
No longer will I question
Or reserve in my mind
The possibility of moving
For the purposes of God I now see
It’s for His Kingdom and not for me
So here it is
On the solid Rock I stand
Come rain, snow,
Hail, sleet… or even desert land.