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