The Tree Poem by CHANDRA RAMSAHOI

The Tree



Her roots are buried deep in Him
Outstretched branches giving thanks to its creator
His blood flows within her every stem
She sways as the Holy Spirit passes through
The beauty of His glory is seen when she blossoms
The Fruit of the Spirit matures in her with time and growth
What a tree.

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