Poetry: You Are A Tree.


And the winds pick up
And the rain comes down
And my branches are thrown all around
But I will not be moved away.
My God is my home,
And in Him, I will stay.

You’re a tree,
But you don’t admire your stability,
All this life is vain,
Transcendence is futility.

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