The Old Oak Tree Poem by Michael P. Johnson

If mighty oaks from acorns grow
Without much love or care
Regard the seed of love we sow
What fruit through Christ we bear

The law of nature stands the same
For oak as well as love
Though sown in soil or Jesus’ name
Reach both to God above

If nature we would understand
No more would life seem odd
For through the work of Jesus’ hand
We’d see the mind of God

Let’s take another look and see
What nature has to say
What report can the old oak tree?
Show man God’s righteous way

Its branches reach towards the light
With leaves both soft and green
Bending and waving plain in sight)
On roots so seldom seen

It greets the sun the snow and rain
The dew in times of need
Preparing life to start again
Its sows its precious seed

Standing a thousand years or more
Majestic tall and bold
Wrinkled and worn yet ever sure
In weather hot and cold

Truly our God has much to show
Through natures wondrous rules
A guidebook how to live and grow
And not to die like fools