There's a lonely tree upon the mountain side,
It's all twisted, scarred, and torn...
Clinging to the hillside,
Of rock and soil that's worn.
But when the winter is over,
And spring breezes start to blow,
The sun will warm the barren earth,
And it's leaves will bud and grow.
It becomes a thing of beauty,
And once more the birds will sing,
In it's twisted branches,
The tree has been born again.
Sometimes our lives are like that old tree,
All twisted, scarred and torn...
Clinging to whatever is there,
And we are weary, sad and worn.
But when we talk with Jesus,
The giver of precious new life,
He brings us hope, and love and joy,
He eases our pain and strife...
We begin to bloom again,
There's a peace in all we do,
And like the birds we sing again,
Because we have been born anew.
~ Eva May Young ~
It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry. I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit. Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments. May God richly bless you. Send emails to: EvaYoung @ SkyWriting.Net
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