We had a little oak tree.
It was barely ten feet tall.
We didn’t guess another tree
Would break and on it fall.
Underneath the brush it lay,
Bent down to the ground.
But little did we know right then
How much it would rebound.
We cleared away the broken tree
And lifted up the little oak.
We didn’t know if it would live....
Maybe too its roots were broke.
We gave it tender loving care
And watched it start to thrive and grow.
O’er the years it spread its limbs.
Its “wounds” were healed from long ago.
If you ever have been broken,
Think about my little tree.
God will lift you up again,
Will nurture you and set you free...
To grow into a stately oak.
Your life too will have a story.
You will have God’s strength and beauty,
Which will bless and bring God glory.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me,
bless his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits.”
Psalm 103:1-2 KJV
© 2013 Arlene Schwartzkopf