Lyrics
[Inspired by Psalm 92:12–15]
Verse 1
I didn’t choose this broken ground,
Didn’t dream of this small town.
Thought I needed more to grow,
But You were digging deep below.
Chorus
You planted me for purpose, not for comfort, not for ease.
In the soil I didn’t ask for—You still speak through every breeze.
Though the winds are wild, and the sun can burn, You grow what matters,
You help me learn— I’m not buried, I’m becoming. You planted me for purpose.
Verse 2
I watched the doors all slam shut tight,
Prayed for rescue in the night.
But You were building strength unseen,
In the waiting, in between.
Chorus
You planted me for purpose, not for comfort, not for ease.
In the soil I didn’t ask for—You still speak through every breeze.
Though the winds are wild, and the sun can burn, You grow what matters, You help me learn— I’m not buried, I’m becoming.
You planted me for purpose.
Bridge This isn’t exile—it’s assignment. Not forgotten—it’s refinement. Even when I can’t see why, You’re the Gardener—I’ll rely.
Final Chorus / Outro
You planted me for purpose, not to shrink but to rise. In the cracks of disappointment,
You still make gardens thrive. So I’ll bloom right here, in the dirt and grace,
Rooted deep in holy place. I’m not lost—I’m stationed. Planted for purpose.
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