Tag: tree

The Shepherd, The Lamb

The sheep are bleating, crying
For help, longing for a place,
Where they can feel safe, where they
Know they are loved and belong.

They’ve wandered in darkness,
Misguided by the world,
Trying to fight off the predators,
But they can’t win the battle alone.

The Shepherd comes down,
To protect and to guide them,
Fighting off their enemies,
And shouldering their burdens.

He cares for every need,
Carrying the weak and wounded,
Leading them to quiet pastures,
Guarding their hearts from hurt.

He’s attentive, checking each one,
Showing them love and kindness,
Making sure no bone is broken,
Making sure no fear remains.

He knows what has to be done,
To bring the scattered sheep home,
He loves them enough to save their lives,
Even if it means giving up His own.

The Shepherd became the Lamb,
The Perfect One for sacrifice,
Silently, He suffered. Nails and thorns,
And sin, piercing, and weighing Him down.

But death on the cross could not hold Him,
The Lamb rose from the grave,
Defeating the darkness and the enemy,
Paying our debt, setting us free.

The Lamb now sits on the throne,
Shepherding the sheep, binging them in,
Until the day He comes back,
And wipes every tear from our eyes.

Tree

The tree sees everything,
From sunrise to sunset,
From day to week,
From month to year.

She stands tall and strong,
Moving with the wind,
Withstanding the rain,
Never showing her fear.

She takes the heat,
And takes the freeze,
Staying consistent, constant,
Hiding every tear.

Her leaves fall and
Grow back, a repeated
Cycle, a guarantee-
She’ll always be here.

The tree sees everything,
From sunrise to sunset,
From day to week,
From month to year.

But who will ever
See her?

Tree

The tree stands strong,
With leaves full and green.
A shelter and shade for those
Who seek its comfort from the heat,
From the sun’s intensity.

As days grow shorter, leaves fade,
The green changing to brown.
The breeze chills, forcing the leaves to fall,
Forcing the branches to be bare.
Causing the shelter and shade to fail.

The tree stands alone,
Empty arms outstretched, lonely.
Waiting, for what, it doesn’t know.
The wind howls, swirling the snow,
Freezing and bending the tree with its weight.

It shifts and groans, trying to withstand
The change. Trying to stay hopeful.
But as the sky turns purple, the clouds stay dark,
It feels its strength fading, and wonders
If it’s time to give in. To give up.

But what the tree can’t see, is the sunlight coming,
That the only consistent thing is change.
And as time goes by, strength will be renewed.
The snow will melt, the sky will warm
And the leaves will, once again, be green.