Photo by Stephen Noh
As Autumn left and the leaves had withdrawn
All value and glamour had gone
Lifeless and loathed, a tree stands alone and small
Its identity and beauty gone at a lone winter’s call
All that remained was a snag of wood covered in frost
The same wood that laid Him nailed to that cross
Oh, woe is thee, I am a sinner with no worth
One that had wished was never given birth
What hope could be found as it cried out in agony?
Alone and sorrowful as it grew disdain for reality
As it thought it lost all peace, joy, and tranquility,
There descended The Dove, coming down to rest in thee
And there it heard a voice speaking to appease
“You are my Son, whom I love; with You I am well pleased”
In this dry and barren land, You have sent to me the Son
And He has given me worth when I felt I had none
I will remain in Your love throughout all the uncertainty
As we walk hand-in-hand through joys and adversities
In hopeful tunes and gleeful worship, I burst out singing
Cheerful for I know that this is a new beginning
Spring came, and The Dove remained in me all the same
I became excited to see what fruit I would sustain
You have given me purpose and given me life,
And in You I have found all my marvelous delight
The Dove built its home and lay with me till rest
Identity refound and beauty to attest
That I am Broken, but alive, standing with certainty
For He has sown me in good soil to live for eternity
