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