Winter and spring Summer and fall Roots will grow deep Branches reach long Always bearing fruit In its season due Storms winds rage Flood waters rise Cant I aprove that tree That is dry In the daylight All things are made bloom Let my delight be to hear you speak Let these roots grow down deep I wont look to the right or to the left I cling to your name faithfulness Knowing you will lead me to rest My lips will forever call you best My lips will forever call you blessed My lips will forver call you blessed