Trees On a Mountain

TREES ON A MOUNTAIN Trees on a mountain, the doorway to our God. His roof a canopy of leaves. His floor the precious sod. His voice is as many waters murmuring in the breeze; a bird song or a cricket song or the humming of the bees. God decorates each season with an eternal love that grows. What could be His reason? He longs to save our soul. God's gentleness wears away the hardness of our hearts. Then peace and joy on the mountain are what our Lord imports. And He does it so easily like water flowing over rock. And He does it so patiently. His caring never stops. He loves us where He finds us, polishing each heart of stone until we each become a diamond; and then He takes us home. Janet Marie Bingham