Resentment
is more than being bitter.
It's a deep rooted sickness,
seeded to create hatred.
Feed it negative energy,
it still only ages.
Producing fruit, dehydrated.
Like bones with no meat,
the branches are skimpy.
Arrogance.
No humility!
Humidity holds,
just enough moisture to help it grow.
Just enough to show,
how much the tree needs to
tender love and care.
And if any one cares, to know.
While underneath
the hard, cracked ground,
the roots thirst for water.
Nowhere to be found.
And in the early hours of dawn,
the branches yearn for light,
through the thick, dark fog.
And so the tree pleads with God,
"Oh Lord, if my clouds have fallen,
please just take me to heaven.
With the pain I am in,
I feel so forsaken.
Lord, have mercy on me,
and pour out your tears,
so my thirst will be no more,
and my hunger fulfilled.
I reach for your light,
and my energy has run low.
If not for me, please
plant my seeds,
where Your river flows."
God responded,
"Oh ye of little faith,
for why did you doubt?
You said so yourself,
the clouds did come down.
My darling, I did not design you
to hold on to pain.
That's why faith and belief,
are one and the same.
And do not lose heart,
for in due time
I will send the rain
when your season cries.
Just like my grace is sufficient for you.
Sufficient for me, is your gratitude.
I embrace you with love all around.
Every time you called on me,
I heard every sound.
I surround you with Rivers,
just open your eyes.
You heart is still hard,
because you believed all those lies.
I sent you the truth,
He too has a name.
That's why I ask you to accept
Him, for your life to be changed.
Trust Me when I tell you,
you live near a lake.
Just look deep inside you,
that's where it is placed.
Come back to me, my child
you're going the wrong way.
Come back to me, my child
everything is ok.
Cast all your cares upon Me,
for I care for you also.
You've held on long enough,
to the dead fruit,
it's time now to let go.
For a seed to be sown,
it must first die to self.
However, just know,
I will always provide,
wether or not you ask for my help.
Just try something different,
what could it hurt.
Turn back to soil,
you're hard, dry dirt.
Soften your heart,
and guard it with care.
Keep your sight on me,
and fall into my open arms.
The place where I live,
I call it your heart."
