In fertile soil, I was lovingly placed to flourish.
A simple seed, fragile, nothing exceptional.
But with hope, I held on to His promise.
That someday, if I remain rooted I would grow tall.

I knew in my heart that I was at the perfect place,
The Gardener taking care of all my needs.
I knew in my heart that in Him I find solace,
Confident that the Creator cares for the seeds.

Indeed I started growing, roots spreading.
I sprouted and flourished under His loving care.
Storms came and went, always reminding.
Without my Rock, these challenges I couldn’t bear.

The assurance of His life-giving Word,
The only thing I need to flourish in the fertile soil I’m rooted.
The hope of growing like the cedar trees of old,
The glory belongs to Him in my heart resolved.