Like a tree on the Hill

 

Like a tree on the hill, I lift my arms to you

you send your winds to move me, I won’t move unless you do

Like a tree on a hill, without your light I would surely die.

 

Like a tree on the hill, I must die and then take root

So that as you send good water I can bear for you good fruit

Like a tree on the hill I live to give to you

 

Abide in me and let my word abide in you

For the branch cannot bear fruit of itself

I am the vine and you are the branches

If you abide in me and I in you

then you will bear much fruit

You will bear much fruit

For you can do nothing apart from me

 

Like a tree on the hill, let me live humbly in your will

Whether its raining or its dry I will trust you and be still

Like a tree on the hill I live by the grace you provide

 

Like a tree on the hill I wave my arms to you

Like a tree on the hill, what will I do with all this fruit?

I will yield it to others to nourish them in you.

Like a tree on the hill, oh the joy of trusting in you...

 

Feb 24, 1997