Its branches violently brush down tangled vines of doubts and fears...
Its bark vigorously sands away everything lonely and selfish, that tries to resist...
At its roots are living waters...
...moving, living waters that strengthen these roots!
There is a depth that grows in me and tears through the fallow...
These sinewy roots dig...
They rip...
They tear through the deep...
...unearthing every vain, false part of me...
There is a depth that grows in me...
Buds bloom and leaves burst out of every cumbersome branch...
Upward they stretch towards the sun like waking hands...
These roots dig deeper and unearth truth...
Now my words break off my voice like fruit!
Those waking hands cleared away everything that blocked the opening...
...moving, living waters burst out like springs!
Those cumbersome branches are no longer despised, because living waters can finally rise...
There is a depth that violently grows in me... ...now living waters spring out perpetually!