A past year of endless blessings,
And I find myself guessing
of how the new spring rains will shower upon my life.
I am a Child of God,
And I find myself questioning
in which ways I will grow in the garden of His love.
A sturdy trellis made for me
And I am not seeing
In which way I will look into His light.
A past year of endless blessings
And I find myself knowing
that I am tended to beyond compare.
I am a child of God,
And I find myself appreciating
the unconditional guidance and support of His love.
A sturdy trellis I need no longer,
Because I have matured to see
Both the rigorous path I still have yet to grow,
And the vast faith that will guide me.