“The Moonlit Tree!” …By: Chris Churches
The moon could shine on Love and harmony
Children laughing perhaps, in a sweet melody
It could shine on the stream full of life giving plenty
That one that nourishes your soul, ever so gently.
But what kind of distress will the moon truly find?
The sad of mind, or the blind leading the blind
And what my friend, will the river brine?
Unsalted, shameful and rootless decline
Oh moon hide away, shield your eyes this day.
I don’t feel love… I have not learned
I toil completely unconcerned
I see no peace, no joy or forgiveness
Just a vicious dark unlawful thickness.
Where is that stream?… Not one person asks
Too drunk from the ruby in our metal flasks
Where is the light of the moon?…Nobody wonders!
Can’t be distracted from heartless plunders.
I long for this tree that shines so bright
Who’s roots go down and are His delight
Who’s leaves are green and flourishing
Who’s branches reach heaven for nourishing
I long for this tree bathed in beautiful light
Who’s hope is never dark, amidst the darkest night
Who’s heart beats for God and will not be cut down
Who’s soul is eternally and un-measurably found
Bathing in sweet and profound strength from above
I long for this tree, planted with kindness and love
Who’s free from all pride, a humble, child-like, gem of a tree
Who’s every branch whispers… God Loves me.