The Lesson of the Tree
It is fascinating for me to see
The flowers growing on the trees;
The grass around is dried and brown
No evidence of rain around.
It has been months since the tree received
The sustenance I think it needs
To force those flowers to bloom.
Only God can make a dry tree flower,
Truly there is no other power.
For at the end of the dry season,
He has to be the reason.
Now you and me, much like the tree
Show leaves when the rains are plenteous;
But could it be, in the midst of our greatest needs,
God wants us to be glorious?
I pray I learn the lesson of the tree:
To display those beautiful flowers,
To wondrously show His power—
Despite a dried up me.