I'm so concerned with what I look like from the outside.
Will I blossom into what You hope I'll be.
Yet You're so patient just to help me see.
The blooms come from a deeper seed that You planted in me.
Sometimes it's hard to grow when everybody's watching.
To have your heart pruned by the one who knows best.
And though I'm bare and cold. I know my season's coming.
And I'll spring up in Your endless faithfulness.
With my roots deep in You.
I'll grow the branch that bears the fruit.
And though I'm small, I'll still be standing in the storm.
?Cause I am planted by the river by Your streams of living water.
And I'll grow up strong and beautiful, all for Your splendor, Lord.
So with my arms stretched out, I'm swaying to Your heartbeat.
I'm growing with the sound of Your voice calling.
You're bringing out the beauty that You have put in me.
For Your joy and for Your glory falling.