Roots to Stand

With fists unfurled, with new eyes blinking, I'm awake; I'm awake.

Oh, to see clear! The curtain's drawn away, if but for now.

When wandering winds are traveling through with their watercloud companions, I'll watch the trees wave and waiver; I've got no mind to speak out loud.

Like my own, the branches break, the trunk moves in uncertain dance; How strong, how true with the roots prove against the wind? Against the squall?

With fists unfurled, with hands at my side, I'm aware, I understand; If but for now.


I'm coming home to a peace under a restless sky,
Crashing sky; Beautiful lighting sky.
He is here.
My fearless friend;
My reckless end;
My helper friend.


What hand have I on the path of stormclouds? When they come, where they go?
I know I glide on wings not mine, not by my own breath but His.

'Content' is a word I rarely see, It hides behind a swirling wind, but I feel it now; With open hands I bear in mind I am no force alone.


I'm coming home to a friend under a restless sky,
Crashing sky; wonderful lighting sky.
He is here.
Surely He is not safe,
But He's my safety.


So water come wash, hydrate and rave;
Clouds come on, come what may;
I pray not for a storm for these roots,
But for roots to match this storm.
Give me roots to stand this storm;
Give me roots to stand this beautiful storm.