I Was Like a Winter Tree
I was like a winter tree
Whose branches, bare against the sky
Proclaim a selfishness inside.
Dormant to God’s sunny call
My unforgiving arms, they formed
A cross, that held One crucified
Who gave His life for me.
Then I was like a spring-time tree
His Spirit caused my sap to flow
And liven’d every part of me.
He covered up my barrenness
With leaves of His forgiveness,
White blossoms of His righteousness
Who gave his life for me.
And now I’m like a summer tree
His early fruit is seen in me
And I grow strong towards the sun.
I rejoice I can support
Those resting in my branches who
Sing praise to God, my gracious King
Who gave His life for me.
I will be like an autumn tree
My leaves will turn to gold.
But there’s no winter in that place!
And spring and summer follow fall
In every month! I’ll never thirst,
But drink his joy, and praise the One
Who gave his life for me.
- (c) 1999 Barry McDonald, Albany, New Zealand
Links
Next: Clothesline Faith
Back to Index of Personal Creative Writing
Back to B.W.McDonald Homepage
