Rooted in the Father

Title: "Rooted in the Father"

(Faith-Growing Song)

I’m not a perfect man, I stray,

I lose my grip, I drift away.

But still He calls me by my name,

With love that burns but doesn't blame.

He plants me where the light breaks through,

In soil washed clean like morning dew.

The winds may howl, the night may fall,

But grace will hold me through it all.

I’m rooted in the Father’s hand,

Growing in ways I don’t understand.

Every trial, every tear,

Brings His purpose crystal clear.

Though I’m weak, He makes me strong—

In His love, I still belong.

The path gets rough, the road gets long,

But even pain can make faith strong.

I see His hand in what I feared,

The voice of truth when dust has cleared.

No shame too deep, no past too wide,

That He won’t walk right by my side.

I rise again, not on my own—

But through a strength that’s not my own.

I’m rooted in the Father’s hand,

Growing in ways I don’t understand.

Every trial, every tear,

Brings His purpose crystal clear.

Though I’m weak, He makes me strong—

In His love, I still belong.

So plant me, Lord, where I can grow,

And prune the parts I do not know.

'Cause every storm and season passed

Is shaping me to stand steadfast.

I’m rooted in the Father’s hand,

Not just a seed but now I stand.

From broken ground, I rise anew,

With deeper faith and clearer view.

Though I’m flawed, I’m growing strong—

In His love, I still belong.

Yes, in His love… I still belong.