you build me right
by waterspouts and diamonds
My root goes down.
The crooked way, it breaks me
as I bend ’round my borders.
But soon I will have straightened them
by the strength that you have given me
I have seen the water’s edge
and know that I am not forsaken
He who makes the sun to rise
has spread His banner over me
I know I will see the spring
And bear my fruit in season
For I have been planted by a sure hand
Whose seasons waver not.
Your sons You build like mighty trees
You daughters like marble colonnade
Who has seen the beauty of Your children
Like the temple builder?
neumatikos 