Small branch of the Living tree
Just, a small branch of the Living tree,
Engrafted,by a purchased possession free.
Broken, once tried in own works to sprout,
Thy, leaves, branches ,and roots in drought.
Would, leave thee to seek a new source,
One day death ignited a change of course.
Intertwined, into the eternal roots,
Newfound,knowledge of angelic fruits.
Just a small branch of the Living tree.
Into purification as One with the Key.
For in him we live, breathe, and grow,
To showcase the glory of clothes as snow.
Being, pruned moment by moment of old ways,
Just a small branch of the Living tree thou pray.
To remain in this newfound land of habitation,
For,in him was formed this majestic creation.
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