Without You, I can't grow
And I am thirsty, Lord
Pour Your spirit down
Give me what I need to grow in You, Lord
And even if I think it stinks
Well, sometimes manure
Is what the flower needs
I cannot bear fruit without
First enduring summer's scorching heat
Let Your testing swelter down on me
Until I'm dying for the thunderstorm's release.
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