The mighty oak was bending, swaying in the breeze,
You'd think at any time that it would fall,
The storm was unrelenting, with little sign of ease,
But still, the tree stood firmly through it all.
The human life is similar, to the big oak tree,
We bend and sway among the storms of life.
And while the wind is raging, our Master lovingly,
Sustains us through the agony and strife.
Then, when the storm has ended, your eyes will plainly see,
The oak will lift her branches, to the sky,
As if in praise to Heaven, she reaches gratefully,
And we should do the same, both you and I.
Jeannette E. Smith
March 25, 2002
