Under the Tree

I meet you at the foot of the tree,

where you can lean your weary soul.

Feel the power of the shade it provides.

And, strength of the hope it gives.

The tree will never fail or fall.

No matter how the strong winds blow.

There are woodlands of other enticing trees.

There implies, in My tree lies a dreadful desert.

I tell you, they’re nothing but wrong.

Here in this humble tree,

lies all the pasture you’ll ever need.

Please, come sit back down with Me.

Hold dear––you are under My wing,

of the tree where I shed my blood for thee.

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