I cried out to the Lord in rage,
“Why have You made it so?
You’ve planted me in barren rock
And then told me to grow.”
“My child I need you to be strong
That you may offer shade
To those who otherwise might fail
In these fierce lands I’ve made.
I need you to stand up to heat,
To winter storms that blow.
Thus I have planted you in rock
With strength enough to grow.
So, do not doubt my faith in you,
I know your heart is strong,
And trust Me when I say to you,
My Plans are never wrong.”
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