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
