My Leafless Tree

My Leafless Tree

Here is my little desire-

I've made known my humble request.

My weak heart has dared to hope

Still trusting His answer as best.

A longing hidden away deep within me-

Is my little leafless tree.

Yet, I know small desires still matter to Him,

In a perfect time, I trust He will answer me.

I waited on my bare little branches

Wishing my pathetic-looking tree to bloom;

But it remained only as I had dreaded-

My disappointed heart wallowing in self pity and gloom.

I grew impatient; I doubted His love

I wondered that He even cared to hear.

For there were still no bright green leaves to mention

No beautiful new blossoms seemed to appear.

And as I yet waited for His answer,

My selfish heart was awakened;

Who am I to judge the Lord's provision?

His timing? As if I was ever forsaken?

Only He knows when Spring should appropriately come

His ways, His desires, are not always ours to see;

He's placed me on these uncomfortable branches for a reason

My plain, leafless tree is just what it should be.

And it is here, I am learning to rejoice

To trust Him with what I cannot yet understand;

With a patient and contented heart,

I will sing with thanksgiving, the songs He doth command.

I am happy- resting on my unfurnished branches

For it is a season He has planned for me;

I leave with Him all the ability to beautify-

That which concerneth my leafless tree.

Written by Lynea Bickish - Spring of 2014