I Wanna be a Tree (or, How to Have a Great Old Age)

I want to know that I am blessed because I trust in my Father

because He is my hope.

I want my roots to have grown deep into the ground

near the water of life,

always standing tall, weathering the storms

as the river flows by,

sometimes full and fast,

sometimes dried to a trickle.

Whether scorching hot or bitter cold,

I will choose not to fear

anything except failing to please

the One who sustains me.

Every year, when my green leaves turn gold and red,

then brown and brittle,

flying away on a whisper of wind,

I will celebrate this dance of life

with every new green leaf

and every bare branch.

Whether every drop of water dries up

and my sap no longer flows,

or the flood waters tear at my roots,

I won’t be anxious for a thing.

I will rejoice and let the wind carry my

seeds wherever they land.

I will never cease to bear fruit.

Jeremiah 17:7-8.

Amen and amen.