I’m a Tree

I’m but a tree
Lord, come and plant me
Let my roots go deep
Deep down in thee
And pull up nutrients
From the fertile soil
Of thy eternal love.

Plant me by rivers
That I may bring forth
Rich, eternal fruits
Make me not a sapling
But let me rise high
As a timber tall
Let all my branches
Prosper, not wither
That my sap may be
Freely flowing out.

Don’t cut me down Lord
To be burned up as wood
Plant me securely
Graft me into thyself
Let me abide in thee
And stand firmly to be
A fruit bearing
A life giving tree.

Psalm 1, Ephesians 3: 17