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 My poem i wrote.

 

 

 

 

 

God is love.

 

God is fear.

 

God is always going to be here.

 

He forgave us for sin

 

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.