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The Old Oak Tree
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By Michael P. Johnson
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The Old Oak Tree

 

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)

Through 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, 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.....


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Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2015

Last Updated: Saturday, August 29, 2015

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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