Just as a sappling
That grew into a mighty tree
Stood tall amonst the forest
Stood tall and proud did he
One day that giant toppled
To the forest floor he fell
But was not to be his end
More to this story to tell
A stump left to mark his past
His trunk molded into fine wood
Crafted into an exquisite violin
Once fallen now returned to good
I too was once a sappling
Wishing to grow and be much more
I was toppled and fell
To lay sprawled upon the floor
Dear Lord I pray to you
To mold me like that wood
Take me as the tree
Lord let me finish good