Luke Easter (Cleveland, Ohio)
I had reached the point where I wanted to quit,
Pain was a hundred times more than a little bit,
Debt collectors were calling four, five times a day,
But, wherever there is a will there’s always a way.
Fern and bamboo seed were planted on the same day,
However, only one had fully blossomed right away,
For five years there was no sign of the bamboo tree,
And definitely planted with the fern was bamboo seed.
Don’t be jealous of the fern because you are bamboo,
This only means God has a different plan for you,
Since that tree will grow to over one hundred feet,
In order to support it the roots are planted very deep.
Underneath, it’s the roots that make it very strong,
For this reason it only seems like it’s taking too long,
After tropical storms it’s the bamboo tree that survives,
The Lord wants to put the same strength in our lives.
We have to stop complaining and we certainly cannot quit,
This is why whiners will never grow more than a little bit,
The reason so many runners end up finishing in last place?
They’ve already made up their mind they can’t win the race.
Had a talk the other day with Reverend Louis Clark,
A lengthy discussion about the Titanic and Noah’s Ark,
Master ship builders, best equipment, a first rate crew,
Still, the Ark did something the Titanic was unable too.
Built by state of the art everything the unsinkable couldn’t float,
40 days and nights of rain wouldn’t phase the amateur’s boat,
Tell me, exactly what point are you attempting to get across?
Because you haven’t broken the surface doesn’t mean it’s lost.
Whatever growing pains you’re currently going through,
Remember, God created and no human being built you,
And, even if you are subject to scientifically being a clone,
The original model is by the King who sits on the Throne.
Understand the enemy desperately wants to turn you around,
He does not want your seed to spring forth from the ground,
Satan will do everything in his evil power that he possibly can,
To stunt your growth and keep you from fulfilling God’s plan.
The number is small, only two, when adding God plus me,
Yet, it’s greater than any two armies of any two countries,
When the winds are blowing to seemingly overwhelm thee,
I don’t ever break but I will bend, just like the bamboo tree.
w/Reverend Louis Clark
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