Planted In Perfection

 In times of need, I get on my knees..

I pray to the Lord, for HE alone sees.

My pain and my sorrow and every tongue that rise..

Will all be declared and be rid with disguise.


So many seasons, I cry myself to sleep..

For gathered in my weakness, are the promises I k


eep.

Fear rages deeply and I think to myself..

Glory Hallelujah, is hidden on the shelf.


I look up in the sky, with the flight of the stars..

As the scent of the winters, consecrate my scars.

I wait for the dawn, to speak to my heart..

For just over the mountain, lies great blessings on my path.


Oh how I welcome, the sands of my praise..

Planted in perfection, for the God I serve was raised.

While in the field, where flowers bloom in haste..

I will shift from my seclusion, for my calling is not waste.


Apathy and triumph, I look toward with grace..

Kindled by the fire, that burns me on this race.

My name aloud is shouted, where eagles dare to fly..

For come the midnight hour, my heart beat will not cry.

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