I look at the little tree, standing so patiently

It's got many years of age, but only a bit of size

I take a closer look and I see myself in it's leaves

I see the strong trunk of bonsai

It's a real tree, not a frail sapling

That could be swayed by every wind

(In it's trunk) many fractures and rings

Into the soil it has pushed it's roots



Bonsai people, childlike, humble

Bonsai people, childlike, humble



We should have a strong trunk of faith

We should be no longer babes

Carried here and there, swung back and forth

With every wind of teaching

But grow up in wisdom and understanding

And settle down into the love of Lord



Bonsai people, childlike, humble

Bonsai people, childlike, humble