The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life … Proverbs 11: 30 The Little Tree When I was just a little tree, No-one seemed to notice me, Cyclists, walkers passed me by, I often stood and wondered why, They’d point to the Cypress over there, Or at the Elm, they’d stop and stare, When nobody turned in my direction, I often felt a deep rejection, I’ve lived through storms, strong winds and rain, And stood the tests of cold and pain, As years rolled on – the seasons passed, And then one Spring it came, at last, Planted firmly I grew big, Bearing fruits in the form of Fig, So now I hear the people say, When they choose to look my way: “This tree survived to tell the story, Of God’s creation – for his Glory”, And all I’ve suffered along the way, Was worth the joy I feel today. Please supply full name and address with PayPal Payment
The Little Tree
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