My poem i wrote.
God is love.
God is fear.
God is always going to be here.
All we need to do is let him in.
When he cleans us out.
The holy ghost will begen to sprout.
When we feel the love of god.
We find that sin makes us sick with-in.
This is my poem to god.
Now lets go get the word out about him.
Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of
what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree
looked up at the stars and said," I want to hold treasure. I want to be
covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most
beautiful treasure chest in the world!"
The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by
on it's way to the ocean." I want to be traveling mighty waters and
carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy
men and women worked in a busy town." I don't want to leave the mountain
top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me,
they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the
tallest tree in the world!"
Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone and the little trees
grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first
woodcutter looked at the first tree and said," This tree is beautiful. It
is perfect for me. "With a swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell.
"Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful
treasure!" the first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the
second tree and said,
"This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his
shining axe, the second tree fell.
"Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree." I
shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter
looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to
heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up.
"Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of
his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a
carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox
for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold nor with
treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry
farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a
shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once
strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was
too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she
was taken to a little lake. The third tree
was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her
in a lumberyard
"What happened?" The once tall tree wondered.
"All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to
God..."
Many, many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly
forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the
first tree as a young woman placed newborn baby in the feedbox.
"I wish I could make a cradle for him."
her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the
starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood.
"This manger is beautiful." She said. And suddenly the first
tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world. One evening
a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The
traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out
into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little
tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many
passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man
awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand and said," Peace."
The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly, the second
tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth. One Friday
morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the
forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry
jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hand to her.
She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun
rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew
that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree
strong. And, every time people thought of the third tree, they would
think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
So next time you feel down because you didn't get
what you wanted, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of
something better to give you.
