Shall we be like the grass of the field?
When temptations and trials are blown our way,
We're caught in the breath of the wind,
And are blown out of our very foundation,
The Word of God endures forever,
His promise is Everlasting,
But our faith falters,
Should we not be everlastingly faithful to our God?
He is always there for us,
Do we not owe Him all we can give?
Yet our faith falters.
Faith as small as a mustard seed moves mountains,
Yet nothing moves God's love for us.
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