The Young Boy and the Tree
Someday you’ll be paper
No more wood I told the tree
And someday you’ll be dirt
No longer rude he said to me
But then I will have wings
And fly in some place high
Like I do now with all my leaves
High up in the sky?
But I will be with Jesus
And all the angels all in love
Aware of life down here you see
And happy then to be above
Young boy I do not know your world
But Jesus made me just alike
And if he plans to make me paper
On me one day at school you’ll write
And years from then when you are dirt
And the paper trash you threw away
Becomes as one beneath the Earth
We’ll grow together a tree to sway
You see now boy how big He is
His ways so hard to understand
But trust in Him and smile today
Knowing now He has your hand
Copyright © Micah Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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