The sap of life You give to me
Is not meant to stay in this tree,
But meant to flow, freely to flow
That leaf may bud and fruit may grow.
To wrap myself all up in me
Is like a slowly dying tree
The fruitless branches all go dry,
And You, Lord, are not magnified.
Helping others, bringing glory
To Your Name, I tell the story
of the true life and love You give,
The sap flows out that they may live.
The flowing sap it strengthens me
I grow as Your life flows in me.
Lord, may I always fruitful be
And glorify You in this tree.
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