I am a tree planted by the riverside
Not a weeping willow
Since my limbs are lifted high.
In my youth my roots were shallow,
Going far and wide
Because every need was met
By the riverside.
One day the desert stream went dry
And I thought that I would die
But my roots drove deeply underground
And it was then that I had found
That my Maker does satisfy
My every need He meets
And I grow stronger for the weeks
The desert stream runs dry.