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Fruitful tree

Posted: December 27, 2011 - 4:47pm  |  Updated: January 3, 2012 - 10:28pm

 

I saw a tree in a wooded glen

So leafless, gnarled and dry.

Her barren limbs like boney arms

Reached upward toward the sky.

 

Her dead boughs raised as if in praise

God must have said, "Well done!"

You bore new life each fruitful year

Of time you wasted none,

 

The seeds you cast on waves of wind

Will last till time is o'er,

You were created for this task

I did not ask for more.

 

And so it is with people,

They could reverence My earth

If they aided their Creator

As the tree that gives new birth.

Wearing her shroud of praise

She had pleased our God,

The tree, a smile could wear.

Not I, convicted and reproved

I bowed my heart in prayer.

I have not shaken seed abroad

For You as did the tree.

I've planted no new life to grow

To love and honor Thee.

Will You forgive me Lord, I pray,

And let me start anew.

To plant and water where I live

And bring some soul to You.

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