Trying to defy gravity but to no avail. Is it meant for me to always be subject to the ground. I want to fly but I have no wings. I am tired of this dirt for it is an unforgiving pain. When will it rain? As I search for a place away from the Son. The rain comes and now I am stuck in mud. Wasn't the rain my way out? I cry, as I sink deeper into the ground. Now I am consumed in this mess and I can not see a way out. The Son I was running from now I yearn to see, as darkness consumes me. I desire to be free from this muddy cell as I am pressed against the wall.
In that very moment I hear a call. A call that rings into my ears and my eyes are filled with tears. The call is for my release as I breakthrough the ground. I look to the Son and see a new day. I don't resemble what I used to be. I have branches yielding fruit growing out of me. This is the place that I yearned to be, standing strong as The Son's power strengthens me. An unmoveable tree is what I have become. If it was not for the dirt where would I be? Thank you Lord for planting me so that I can become your tree.
"For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit." Jeremiah 17:8
"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper." Psalms 1:3
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