In the forest stood a tree
Reaching high as I could see.
Each branch protected us from heat
As the sun upon us beat.
Each branch is part of the great whole
Without the roots it has no soul.
We are as branches to the root
Without the roots the point is moot.
The branch will never feed it's kin
The root is where the food begins.
So keep your eyes fixed on the root
So life will not be such a brute!
Christ is the root of all good things
His love for us is what he brings.
Always keep your eyes fixed fast
Upon The Lord and you will last.
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