These weeping Trees



By: carole l. haines

I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always offering prayer with joy in my every prayer for you all, in view of your participation in the gospel from the first day until now.  (Philippians 1:3-5 NASB)

O how I love these weeping trees, that sway before me as angel’s wings

And beckon me to “Come and See,” to sit and listen to My King

And find Him always here with me, though I, at times, may move away

He stills my heart in the throws of fear, and kisses me gently on my face

And isn’t it just like God to teach us the posture of prayer

Through the bowing of the trees, and shady places there

Beneath the trees of long ago, Our Savior prayed with earnest pleas

“If it is possible, O Father Mine, let this cup pass away from me!”

And so we come, beneath our own boughs,

alone ourselves, in the here and now

pleading for those we cherish, who do not know This Father’s Love

O how I love these weeping trees, bowing as if they pray with me

Their trunks, my legs, their roots, my knees

Seeking the face of the One who sees, the One who heals, the One who cares

And finding Him always, always there.

I here await His whispering voice, gentle as the summer breeze

Encouraging my heart bowed here, always drawing me ever near

Beneath these weeping trees

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