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.


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