Tree of life

27 April 1998

Such a special gift a tree
Sole provider when in need
It gives me shelter from the storm
And builds a home to keep me warm
A place to sit for tired feet
A weary soul, a place to think
It gives me shade from the scorching sun
O my tree, the only one
So thoughtful to provide for me
A world of clean air to breathe
When I am hungry it bears me fruit
Then from its leaves I drink the dew
And when my secrets I do tell
A friend who keeps them very well
A solace or a place to cry
A resting place for when I die
O provider once again
A tree of life, mans truest friend

© T. Hilborn

Note: Although I love this poem and the simple complexity of it, this poem was written before I gave my life completely over to God, when I loved Him but wasn't living for Him. I am grown up in Christ now and would have to say now that Jesus is my provider and He's also man's truest friend.