I am a tree in this wilderness way.
I’ve roots that dig and limbs that sway.
Quiet and trust are stakes that keep me above ground.
While men with axes shout “shut up and sit down ”
I keep my leaves still beneath the snow.
I do not move, breathe ,bear fruit or grow.
See My roots fear the depth ,my limbs feign the love …
I wait for YOU TO COME , oh burning breath from Above !
COME , JESUS melt rivers and streams across my trunk and limbs !
Come Lord Jesus and let me be an ever green in you again !!
tell me “Come Follow ” as you axe a different tone
And Speak to me a better word than I have every known ….
I am a tree ,as your psalm and song do say .
I stand with roots grounded and limbs that pray .
Oh come, oh come , Jesus and carry me out of this woods so cold!
Oh come Jesus and set me to love in your house of glory and gold!
““For thus saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and in confidence shall be your strength: and ye would not.”
Isaiah 30:15 KJV
And therefore will the Lord wait, that he may be gracious unto you, and therefore will he be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you: for the Lord is a God of judgment: blessed are all they that wait for him.”
Isaiah 30:18 KJV