When I look up to Jesus, my life blooms,
into something that blossoms forever;
but when my eyes are off Him,
my life…as a bud loses strength
and blossoms never.
As the blossom needs the sun to beautifully grow;
I too, need the Son of God to know…
how to stand and not fall;
so I can live and bloom…
forever to grow tall.
To never allow the evil one,
to trample and pull me away;
but to root myself deep,
with stems so strong,
so I won’t begin to sway.
Each time I look to God on high;
an inch I will grow into the sky.
Until I reach Heaven,
where flowers never die.
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