You are all-sufficient
when i have no air to breathe
You can hold the pillar in Your palm
that’s slowly crushing me
but i don’t want just enough air
a breath inside this darkened moment
i want more than just an inch of freedom
lungs that fill and foment
You are all-sufficient, truly
i have everything i need
but what i want is to be free
i want the birch tree, not the seed
in this ground i writhe, i seethe
this heavy dirt is crushing me
in this water poured to grow me
i am drowning, desperately
i want the giant, lovely sapling
dancing freely in the wind
don’t want to be here in the nurture
suffocating and well-pinned
i know exactly what is happ’ning
what will happen, i should say
i know one day i’ll stand, strong, tall
my leaves will blow and swing and sway
i’ll feel the sun on my tall brow
my branches lift upright in praise
the wind You blow over my leaves
worshipful music, endless days
but for today i am a seed
left crouching here inside the mud
a seed pushed way down deep and dark
just waiting for another thud
i’ve seen this time and time again
i’ve lived this phase over before
but i’m not sure i will survive
Your pruning hand just one time more