I look at the little tree, standing so patiently
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It's got many years of age, but only a bit of size
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I take a closer look and I see myself in it's leaves
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I see the strong trunk of bonsai
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It's a real tree, not a frail sapling
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That could be swayed by every wind
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(In it's trunk) many fractures and rings
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Into the soil it has pushed it's roots
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Bonsai people, childlike, humble
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Bonsai people, childlike, humble
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We should have a strong trunk of faith
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We should be no longer babes
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Carried here and there, swung back and forth
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With every wind of teaching
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But grow up in wisdom and understanding
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And settle down into the love of Lord
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Bonsai people, childlike, humble
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Bonsai people, childlike, humble
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Bonsai People
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