I want to worship like an oak tree,
But that's not what I'm created to be.
Standing proud for all to see
Reaching towards something unseen.
Come rain, wind, hail, or snow
Never bowing to something below.
Praising our Savior no matter what
To worship Him with all I've got.
I want to worship like an oak tree
But so much more is expected of me
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