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| I wondered at God's wisdom Until 1 saw the tree Its trunk was old and withered Though a sapling 1 could see And 1 knew that it would wither Just as the parent tree Unless 1 moved it carefully To a better place to be. And So 1 had to sever As harsh as it may seem The sapling from its parent Their roots entwined as one And move to another garden Where its leaves could feel the sun. It would grow to its full beauty Birds would nestle in its leaves And it would no longer have to struggle Just a tree to be. |
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| So when God in all His wisdom Looked down upon my child He knew she'd flourish better If moved to Paradise. He had to sever harshly As did 1 the limb But His love then moved her gently So that she could be with Him In a garden free from trouble Nurtured with His love Where life goes on forever Free from fear and pain and strife. Life is there eternal And loved ones finally meet; In a haven full of sunshine A haven blessed with love, By God the world's creator Whose wisdom can forsee, When it's time to call us home to Him; A better place to be. |
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© Helen Catherine Cramer |
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