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The Creator's Tree. A Poem

 



The Creator's Tree



Creation's songs grace every breeze

which dances merry through the trees,

and some, they listen quite entranced,

decide that all was made by chance.


The mocking myth lives on in minds

that all it took was much, much time!

And so, they bow down to the trees,

and worship all that they can see.


Never spot the Master's Hand,

they praise His stars and kiss His land.

They worship all the beauty round,

The Father's touch they have not found.


Dear Lord, please touch 

dear ones like these:

May they fall down at that dear tree,

where Jesus makes Creation free.


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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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*Note: The tree alludes to the cross, where Jesus died to save us from our sins. Jesus' redemption plan also includes the earth and nature. Have you called on Him to save you?



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