I am a tree
Always moving
In the direction
Of the world all around me
When the wind blows
My branches are pulled
This way or that
I have no control of my base
When it rains
I hunger and reach for the water
To sustain my life
And help me to grow
When the sun shines
I am pulled toward it
Seeking it, Wanting it
Needing its life to sustain me
When the storms come
I am pushed and pulled
My branches break
My leaves wither and fall to the ground
I am a broken mess of my own existence...
Lord, I am your tree
Rain down on me
Fill me with your wisdom
Your power and your love
Give me your sun
Shine your light on me
Give me purpose
Show me the way
Guide me
With your wind
Lead me in the direction
You have prepared for me
When the storms come
Give me your strength Lord
Protect my leaves
Protect my branches
Protect my soul
Lord, I am your tree!
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