Here’s a few things to know.
- The “lyrics” are posted below the video.
- You can find other poetry I’ve done by selecting the “Poems” category at the bottom of the page.
- This is the first poem I have recorded. I know I have a lot of room to improve but you have to start somewhere!
- I’m finding that spoken word is way easier than rapping (but still not easy).
- Even though I haven’t been posting a lot, I have been writing (although not quite daily).
- I am working on some larger projects.
- Sort of unrelated: John Owen is dope.
The Tree Good soil because no matter the toil it comes down to the earth touched by royal hands. Acres in the king's lands anchored within the lord's plans. Elected, predestined and tested to withstand the present trials and meant for a future return from exile that is the difference between the narrow path and the paved road. Seeds sown here are the ones that grow. Rooted in what you know. What you can't change, what's ever present, effervescent in the core of the mind and heart of the soul and you know. You exist. There's no room in cogito ero sum to say you can't think and therefore you are. God exists. Or gods, or ten thousand things, as nature has imprinted this idea on your mind and if you don't mind mine is fixed on one divine. Yahweh? Yeah, way above anything you dream the precious Elohim El Shaddai or should I say a bridge in the great divide the almighty. And for God to be God and for me to me I'd say it's safe to say he created me and is greater for he's the creator and that leaves a crater in a landscape of worldview because if God made you then this life through and through is a relationship between him and you. Planted by water Receiving streams of mercy from the father Listen for his voice, you hear it? That's the flow of the spirit so come near it and no amount of heat or drought can ever defeat or knock out the lifeline of communication for praise, thanks, and supplication. With a trunk that rings true of who you say you belong to. An interior authentic to its exterior, and though the bark may be a thick hide inside there's nothing to hide because salt and light have made no room for parasites and this wood isn't rotten because on that wood lay the begotten and no matter size or make no matter how this tree might shake it will stand strong and not break. Branches, that reach out and reach high, arms that reach to the sun and the sky and tendrils that extend til they rest with ease at its side. And these many faceted limbs bear leaves boasting of colors that hail a glory not its own. The first sight that anyone sees is the vibrancy that comes no matter the season, however life changes for whatever reason, those who see the leaves leave them thinking of beautiful words and the one who breathes them even in the winter when the leaves leave them the branches hold a beauty for whomever sees them. The utility of these branches and these leaves, the life that might find rest in the treetops and the shade and shelter for the one who stops and leans against or lies beneath and enjoys a reprieve to hear the wind gently rustle the canopy and give rest to the weary. Storms will come and winds will howl. Lightning will strike, and the rains won't fall, the trunk will creak and the boughs will bow but this tree will endure it all. And not only that, but it will bear fruit. The signs of righteousness and holiness, the return of the spirit's work, love joy peace patience kindness and others of their kind it's the honorable output of a healthy well watered being living in the warmth of the sun. Fruit that leaves a seed a legacy of gloria deo soli. That's my prayer for you. It's my prayer for me. From seed and sapling, that you'll find true roots in fertile soil, drinking the only water that satisfies, healthy through the core, reaching high, with beautiful leaves and good fruit, no matter the storm or season. God loves us, Christ is the reason. This is my prayer. For you, for me. Grow tall, live free. Praise Jesus. Be a tree.