It’s stood upon that wind swept shore,
Defying every storm.The struggle has left it ragged
And twisted in its form.
Yet despite all the fearful winds
That ripped and tore its face,
Its roots have delved deep in the soil
And it has claimed its place.
It stands, despite all that the world
Throws at it, year by year,
And when the storms are past and gone
That tree will still be here.
And I am like that twisted tree,
My faith run deep in You,
Although the storms might tear at me
That faith will see me through.
Proverbs 10:25
When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever.
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