Where it's dark, without a sound.
It slowly pushed towards the light.
And small green leaves are soon in sight.
Soon with special, daily care,
Then good fruit it skin will share,
Watering and sunlight too,
Will help this seed know what to do.
One day when this tree is tall,
The gardener will cut it small.
The trees must trust him in this act,
And find the faith to still grow back.
We all are often like this tree.
First small, we grow up, strong and free,
Then our Father cuts us back,
And shapes us all, to get on track.
We must try - we must trust.
God knows what is just right for us.
We will grow and we'll be safe.
If we are strong and we have faith.
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