If I Were a Tree

If I were a tree what kind would I be? Would I see more of life If I felt less strife? Would my worth grow with time Like fine wine? Will my beauty last? Will my color show in the midst of snow? Would famine, fire, disease or flood Diminish my will to be, My desire to know who created me? Would I feel rain? Would I complain of endless pain? Would I tire of standing with nothing to do? No bending low, no thoughts to sow, No whispers to sound; No laughter No crying no sighing. If I were a tree would my Lord be with me? Would I reach for heaven knowing I’d never go? Am I a treasure to be bought and sold To be left alone out in the cold? If I were a tree it would be The one that had Christ nailed to me For all to see.