Will I Bow Myself To Thee
I am but a budding rose
On the thorny tree of life...
My petals, although fragrant now,
Have weathered constant strife.
My day of bloom is drawing near,
My petals will soon burst free...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
I am but an old oak tree
Standing tall amid life's dale...
My limbs, although shady now,
Will one day their blossoms fail.
My days of fall are drawing near,
Soon my bared limbs all will see...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
I am but a dawning day
In the span of all life's time...
Though my rays are vibrant now,
There comes an hour I will not shine.
My time of dusk is drawing near,
And soon in sunset I will be...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
On the thorny tree of life...
My petals, although fragrant now,
Have weathered constant strife.
My day of bloom is drawing near,
My petals will soon burst free...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
I am but an old oak tree
Standing tall amid life's dale...
My limbs, although shady now,
Will one day their blossoms fail.
My days of fall are drawing near,
Soon my bared limbs all will see...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
I am but a dawning day
In the span of all life's time...
Though my rays are vibrant now,
There comes an hour I will not shine.
My time of dusk is drawing near,
And soon in sunset I will be...
And then, as now, Oh Lord, my help,
Will I bow myself to Thee.
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