Sometimes it's hard to grow when everybody's watching,
To have your heart pruned the One who knows best,
though I'm bare and cold, I know my season's coming
and I'll spring up in Your endless faithfulness.


With my roots deep in You, I'll grow the branch that bears the fruit
and though I'm small, I'll still be standing in the storm,
'cause I am planted by the river, by Your streams of living water,
and I'll grow up strong and beautiful all for Your splendor, Lord.

- "For Your Splendor" Christy Nockels