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Behold the Creator’s Tree
Copyright 2006 L.Anguss Smith
May be used for non-profit ministry purposes only
Behold the trees, God’s marvelous
creations.
During spring’s blooms and fall’s
decays,
They form picturesque yearly
celebrations,
That reveal His stunning
bouquets.
Over the years that I have traveled
across our homeland
It’s been my good pleasure to
view
The wondrously varied trees of our great
forestland
I‘ll share my favorites with
you.
I’ve seen the arboreal quilts of the
Poconos
Showing forth colors of early
fall.
And foothill orange groves, with their
trees in neat rows,
Producing delights for us
all.
I‘ve stood beside the magnificent Sequoia
tree
Humbled by its great mass and
height.
And floated through swamps where the
Cypress grows free
Slapping the tiny insects that
bite.
I’ve stood towering above the Japanese
bonsai
Wondering at want man had
wrought.
And viewed fire-scarred Lodgepoles that
refused to die
Marveling at the battle they‘d
fought.
I’ve tasted delicious, sweet syrup from
the maple’s sap,
Choosing from dark amber or
light.
And eaten black walnuts then taken a long
nap
Knowing their tree’s shade was just
right.
I’ve seen cherry blossoms in Washington
D.C.
Surrounding the Tidal
Basin.
And slept in Redwoods some dating back to
B.C
Never once wanting to
hasten.
I’ve strolled beneath Spanish Moss
covered old trees
On St. Augustine’s old streets so
fare.
And seen the Lone Monterey Cypress’
expertise
For growing through the rocks so
bare.
Arkansas’ Ozark National Forrest’s a
place
I increasingly love to
roam,
Just south of Big Flat, down Mary Treat
Hollow’s trace
Was my father’s old childhood
home.
His parents homesteaded there in
1885
And younger trees trace the
outline
Where six children were raised and did
thrive,
Just north of the Stone County
line.
Yet of all these trees of personal or
great renown
For their loveliness, strength or
size
The one, to my soul’s depth, that’s been
the most profound
Has never been before my
eyes
It’s the unknown tree from which two
beams were hewn
To form a brutal Roman
cross
Behold the Creators tree, where His blood
was strewn
To redeem His creation’s
loss.
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