There’s a dead tree on my path home..it liberates me from my thoughts of being alone
It makes me see how weak I will turn
When I don’t stay connected to my father
When I choose not to be rooted in His soul
There is this dead tree on the path to my house
It makes me realize I am never by myself
It opens my eyes to the ways of the Father
As he said a tree without water can not remain fresh
I will choose to be live inside His hands
I will not go through life in my own will.
I will do what His word says
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O my Gosh, This poem touch my inner spirit. So you see that God lives by your side everyday.
Well, I’m glad it did a good thing in you.