I think that I would like to be
a Christian that is like a tree,
whose branches towards the Son are slanted,
in soil of God’s Word, so firmly planted.
A tree that lifts her arms to pray
when things are rosy or it’s been a bad day.
A tree that can provide some refreshing shade
for those who in burning trials, may feel waylaid.
A tree that in each and every season
knows for its existence there’s purpose and reason.
Poems are made by fools like me
but only God can make a Christian a tree.
Inspired by one of my favorite poems, Trees by Joyce Kilmer
Psalm 1:1-6 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.