Trees beside steady waters
ever in season, are your hearts
abiding in Words that formed mountains
nations, and men
And like seeds, your praises spring
from throats thick with joy
as you die to produce tenfold harvests
like nets weighing till the boats should sink
for you are full of God himself,
and have minds of no low, earthly things
but instead are set upon those of Spirit
in full attention
and unwavering devotion
growing into the King
