God is a tree hugger.
I am a deep, strong Oak
When the tornado comes
and I’m on the ground
My roots are taller than any man.
it may seem over
as i lay there
Exposed.
The Gardener comes
In the cool of the day.
He picks me up
Plants me
Puts a hedge of protection
around me.
My roots grow again
stronger, deeper, thirstier.
The wind whispers through my leaves.
It says:
You are mine,
You are loved,
You are magnificent,
You are powerful,
You are strong,
You are the center of My universe,
You are the only thing I see,
You are my creation,
God is a tree hugger.
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