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Lyrics:
Behold the Maker of the heavens and the earth Who calls the rain to fall, who bids the garden grow Tender like a father, he cultivates and mends He grafts the tender shoot where living waters flow Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways Behold the shoot of Jesse, born from the withered tree there from his branch he yields new fruit upon the vine Then in the crushing see his blood poured out in love He drank the bitter cup, that we might taste the wine Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways In the cold and bitter season, in these harsh and pressing times, when I cannot find a reason, hold me close within your vine. When the pruning feels like dying, when my tears have left me dry, in Your care I leave my longing. Rooted here, I find new life Oh, to be rooted here within the vine, where in every season you provide in comfort, joy, or pain, may I abide in all your ways
lyrics and music by Chelsea Hamshaw
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