Sequoia
The coldness of Winter
The loss and the burn
Seems hopelessly barren
And makes our hearts churn.
The stillness and quiet.
Anticipation seems long.
But this Season's for waiting,
Growing roots deep and strong.
So when this is over
In the warm Springtime breeze
We'll find it was worth it;
For the tallest of trees.
And the fruit of our labour,
Our patience. Our trust.
Reminds us that sharing our story
We must.
For the dark times are precious
And encouragement rare.
But the ones who have pushed through
The soil of despair..
Are the people of faith
Knowing purpose is there,
And the tall trees can shelter
All the ones in their care.
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