I wonderif the redwood seedknows before he’s tallthat one day in the foresthe’ll rise above them all I wonderif the redwood seedever cowers in the shadeas he stares up at the giantsthat make him feel afraid I wonderhow the redwood seedwould feel if he could knowthat one day he’ll be one of themhe only needs …
w a s t e l a n d.
For days I’d been living in a wasteland.My heart was tired. My spirit was spent. I had wandered from the refuge of the promised landand I was dying of thirst. God looked down on me with his arms crossed.“My child, aren’t you tired of living this way?Aren’t you ready to come home?” But I refused …