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| Me and My Tree |
All alone and broken hearted I sat beside a log that once was a tree. Old and rotten it was, hollow inside kind of like me. As I considered all the terrible things that have happened to me. I thought it good to sit hear by this tree. A lot alike I thought to myself, me and this hollow log that once was a tree. Not much use to anyone anymore, this tree and me. Sulking in my sorrows I prayed, oh God to be like this tree. No more worries or cares or fears just to be dead like this tree. Then along came a man and sat down beside me and my tree. You look sad and broken hearted he said to me. I thought why should you care, you look happy to me. He did not wait for my reply, I think he liked it here by my tree. He looked at me and smiled as he asked, would you share your tree with me? Why not, I thought, the tree was big enough for him and me. Why have you left your journey to sit here by this tree? I can’t go on anymore, I said, the pain and sorrow are to much for me. I have nothing left, the world has forsaken me. There was something different about this man, I thought, as we sat by my tree. Oh! I see, he exclaimed, as he looked at me. There was a glow in his eyes as he talked with me, their by my tree. I once felt much the same way, he said, as we sat their under my tree. I was beaten and bruised, rejected by all, they did as they wished to me. Rejected by the ones I love, he said, as we talked there by my tree. My pain and sorrow was easing just a bit, as he talked with me. I wondered what kind of a man he was, as we sat there by my tree. A man who could take my sorrow and pain just by sitting with me and my tree. Your sorrow and pain is not so great, he said, if you just talk to me here by this tree. Who could this be, that was sitting here beside me and my tree. Yes I have known your heartache, for it was much the same with me. We have a lot in common, you and Me and this tree. As we talked I could see this was no ordinary man sitting here with me and my tree. He spoke of His Father’s love, and the love He would give to me. I could stand it no more, I just had to know, who it was that sat here with me and my tree. With eyes of love He held out his hands, and the holes I did see. He needed not to answer me. He simply asked, will you take up My tree and come follow Me? By Johnnie Amberson 4/16/2006 |
