Pine of the Wood
Pine of the wood
In awe I stand before you.
not in common languages
Yet indeed you speak.
At times, rejoicing and singing out
Before your Maker.
Weathering heat and storm,
Winds and sickening calm
And through it all
And somewhat unchanged.
Secrets of healing
Are within you.
And homes for creatures
Both great and small.
Used by God to
You are awesome
Oh great pine of the wood
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