they shall lack nothing

leave me to myself and i will crumble

my arms have not the strength to juggle

the why's, the how's, the when's

excuses made

trust delayed

graciously receive oh God my mustard seed of faith

and return it as a solid tree

of righteousness and purity

these branches are His arms extended

supporting, shading, surrounding

the fruit they bare are there

to share

to inspire

to prepare

His light will always penetrate

through these branchy cracks

sending messages to earth that noone lacks

who abide in Christ

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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