Inspired by my mother, who knows the Lord and has touched the face of God in worship and prayer.
No matter how many storms have come her way, attempting to knock down this astounding, distinguished, and vibrant tree, they fail because she cannot be moved.
Her leaves may become dried up and fall,
Some branches brittle and break off,
And her canopy bare,
But only for a season.
These trials are her lessons,
Priceless opportunities given only
To pass the test of refinement.
Because she is rooted
She cannot be moved.
She knows her Savior’s presence.
She knows where her help comes from.
It comes from the Lord.
The Word of God seeps up
She drinks from the well that never runs dry,
Food of Life
Because He lives