I am a tree, with roots by
The river of living water,
Trials still may come
But they end in victory;
And even in the wilderness
When there's no hope at all,
I have roots by the river of the Lord.
When the scorching sun arrives,
My leaves won't wither and die,
I have roots by the river of the Lord.
The river of living water,
Trials still may come
But they end in victory;
And even in the wilderness
When there's no hope at all,
I have roots by the river of the Lord.
When the scorching sun arrives,
My leaves won't wither and die,
I have roots by the river of the Lord.