Ren's Pen
Tree of Life
In the begining it is a tiny seed,
It's purpose to fulfill others in need,
It's roots were very deep,
Sap seeping almost like a weep.
It grows to stand strong and tall,
And it provide a place for all,
Many creatures would build a nest,
Some would just stop to take a rest.
The wind would blow through it each day,
At times like weeping willow, bowing to pray,
For the sight of the earth's wickedness,
Because of all the unrighteousness.
It died one day, for this was the plan,
Provide warmth and comfort to every man,
It knew when not to talk,
And for the lame it helped them to walk.
It was a place for others to write,
Clear up into the morning light,
I would be published in all land,
And be held by every single hand.
It came as a seed through birth,
Tosave others on the earth,
No longer in confusion and strife,
For it is the Tree of Life.
Copyright © 2004 Sister Ren Baer
It's purpose to fulfill others in need,
It's roots were very deep,
Sap seeping almost like a weep.
It grows to stand strong and tall,
And it provide a place for all,
Many creatures would build a nest,
Some would just stop to take a rest.
The wind would blow through it each day,
At times like weeping willow, bowing to pray,
For the sight of the earth's wickedness,
Because of all the unrighteousness.
It died one day, for this was the plan,
Provide warmth and comfort to every man,
It knew when not to talk,
And for the lame it helped them to walk.
It was a place for others to write,
Clear up into the morning light,
I would be published in all land,
And be held by every single hand.
It came as a seed through birth,
Tosave others on the earth,
No longer in confusion and strife,
For it is the Tree of Life.
Copyright © 2004 Sister Ren Baer
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