The ancient tree abounds with branches stretching to the sun
Its trunk gray and sturdy
Its roots dig deep into the fertile soil
They anchor the oak immovable
The Christ follower lifts his hands to praise the One who made the heavens
Arms like grateful boughs arise
His strength is found within the secret place
And in the power of God's abiding word
It is the living truth that nourishes him
Providing sustenance for the daily walk
God calls His little ones oaks of righteousness
The woman who meditates upon God's word
For the purpose of obedience, flourishes
Her roots grow deep in Christ's hope eternal
© Copyright 2009 Tom Toya. All rights reserved.
No comments:
Post a Comment