VERSE FREED to trumpet
THE OLIVE TREE
Aged,gnarled rooted in him
Hardened in part,supporting the tree;
Fallen,but not cast off are you,
Broken in unbelief,provoked jealous
As wild boughs engrafted thereto;
Fallen,but not cast off are you.
Bitter yet productive,like fruit from the stone.
Natural branch shoots,no less able of grafting thereto;
Fallen ,but not cast off are you.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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