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You know the time You know the time You know the time Bleeding Dying Mama's They crying Blooming Dying Pruning Surviving Bleeding Dying Mama's They
VERSE 1 When bad things are hap-pen-ing to me When hard times have come upon me When darkness and gloom try to take me Then my Lord is just pruning
Hear your name in the breeze Cuts run so deep To the roots beneath Stop pruning me Stop pruning me You ruined me You were Adam I was Eve Throw your
still spreading fueled by the wind Fight my fire with your fire Let your Holy fire consume my wildfire Torch these branches from my pruning I trust your
Thinking bout my mindset It's so divisive Pruning all my vices So maybe I'll run Cause I got nothing else to do Maybe I'm done Cause I got nothing left
the tulips Please let them grow Darling, when you're pruning I'm new The old me had to go You knew And you told me so Following ever so secretly oh Now you're
Because He cares for me He is training me He is tuning me He is purging me He is pruning Preparing me He cares for me Preparing me (For
going to stay I'm pruning my feathers You shed your skin gray Pride hides in leathers When you push away You say space is better I work-out and pray
want is just a spark Could it be true You are pruning the branch For fruit in the spring Cause here in the fall I don't see your hand at all I'm
swords to pruning forks pruning forks to tuning chords A higher type of harmony when we know aren't harming we Oseh shalom bimromav Hu ya'aseh shalom
Of you pruning, pruning things away That aren't producing Take the fear away I need to abide in You Day and night I will steep in your word Planted by
to pieces then scrapped you for parts ? If vacuuming makes you cry Then why do you do it so much? The carpet's clean No amount of pruning's gonna change
My heart says to trust you, to be still and know Sometimes it hurts but it takes pruning to grow Your words are the thread that bind up the soul They
Do you know why, meaning passes me by, I choose to comply With the pruning happening, a small bonsai, in a pot with the light My minds eye is
to use the blower, Landscapers Pruning scissors cutting trees, planting flowers using hand, Landscapers I wonder if I get a quiet morning It makes me
bout face, gloves off Hutah! Hutah! Getting fonder, little gardener with a pruning sheath Hutah! Hutah! Oh the grandeur, oh the mystery, oh the sweet
pruning limbs until there's nothing left This is a process of attrition Bending at the break Circling the drain Spinning out, embracing harm, and giving in
hands In the blue of the tide Sink teeth into new skin And drag them out for a ride Someone always wants a ride I'm pruning up at the bottom I'll take
Love You Jesus My source Jesus Hallelujah Eeeeeh Oooh Haaa aah Verse 1 You are the true Vine Father the vine dresser Pruning me to bear more fruit
If trees could talk In harvest we would hear them cry Lord, pruning hurts But for You, I would gladly die Bring me to life, again In lonely moments
i'm like oh The potent pruning pick apart my ego Consuming looming peaks and then it plateau My fears are faux fabricated like a tarot Feel so so i'm
you: The big things of this world are only sadness in disguise And under the midnight rainbow I go pruning all of my branches These impossible dreams
you: The big things of this world are only sadness in disguise And under the midnight rainbow I go pruning all of my branches These impossible dreams
Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining It is the night of dear savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pruning Till he
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