As the dawn broke, I saw a tree.
Parched, deserted, drained of beauty
Bore nothing on its branches and twigs,
Except for the few withered leaves.
Mightily like an eagle, the sun shined
Spreading its rays of life and light
Nothing below was left untouched
Even the tree desiccated and dried
I noticed pilgrims passing by,
But never saw them sit for a while;
Under the shade of the old tree
Which brings travelers no glee
Then a ray of light flashed on me
Opened my eyes and made me see
The vista of an old barren tree
As an honest reflection of me.
Like a barren tree on a hill I stood
With a heart so bitter and cold
Spreading gloom and discomfort
To the land deserted and scorched
Oh! Wretched woman that I am
Who’ll save me from death’s cold hand?
Will the sky pour its hoarded waters?
And the sun burn like a fiery furnace?
On the highways of sin and pleasure
Christ bent over me and said,
“Wilt thou be made whole?,” I nodded
And He renewed my soul.
In love and pity, He breathed on me
Gave me life, hope and serenity.
Am watered by His love every day,
Now living life for His glory.
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