They grow where they were first planted,
Though everything has changed. They have not waivered through the years
From how they were arranged.
The garden is no longer there,
Grass grows all through the bed.
And yet they still turn up to Him
Each ruffled golden head.
There is a faithfulness in them
That I should understand.
Consistent in a changing world,
Their joy’s in His command.
Job 23:10-11
But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold. My feet have closely followed his steps; I have kept to his way without turning aside.
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