“See the man who would not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his riches and sought refuge in his own destruction!” But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God. I trust in the steadfast love of God forever and ever. Psalm 52:7-8
The wind that blows can never kill
The tree the Lord, plants;
It blows from east, it blows from west,
Its tender leaves have little rest,
But any wind that blows is best.
This tree the Lord plants
Makes deeper roots, grows higher still,
And spreads its limbs, for God's good will
Excels to meet, its every want.
No storm has power to ever fell,
The tree the Lord does grow;
No thunder’s crash, nor beating rain,
Nor lightning flash, nor hurricane;
When they are spent, it shall remain,
This tree the Lord knows,
Through every storm it stands fast,
And from its first day until its last
By His grace, still fairer grows.
- pmwl
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