Rage over the field
Still, she grows lillies
With Your promises sealed
Blown and torn and shaken
And someday even healed
The daisy seems delicate
As all flowers do
But she won't be shaken
When she holds the truth
The winds fly around her
But she knows her roots
He grows like a little green plant
Smiling through his leaves
Blooms on careful soil
Flowing in the breeze
His words are works of wonder
He's still astounding me
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