Tree

To all lost,

Seeking for help,

Seeking for God, 

Our source.

For you and me.

                     ... 

Lost.

A lone Wanderer, bewildered by the wonder,

The Tree,

This embodiment of life,

Mysteriously crafted by God,

With Yahweh in it's DNA,

An art in its prime.

As it shines with no glitter.

Green.

                        ...

He was tired,

Undermined by the battles of yesterday, 

Mourned at his plight,

Carrying on him branches his newly crafted burdens.

Where he lost because he forgot to pray,

he forgot to put on his Armour daily,

he loved the world, forgetting the word,

John 1:1 had become a dusty book on his mind shelf,

he was lost,

Lost in the noise the World intertwined in his mind.

Now a playground of madness.

In a false utopia.

                        ...

Navigation.

"What did I do to deserve this? Where do I go from here?"

The questions lined up in time,

Lost in lust,

Lusted for the world, searching for a course,

Cursed by the world, he wiggles on his belly,

Who will answer? What next? he wondered.

Life ceased as the darkness thickened.

Red,

Scarlet red,

The tree bleeds,

Bleed after being cut into pieces by the world,

There was no light to this tree,

Dried up, withered, 

No fruits, no life.

This tree has lost its source.

                           ...

Salvation,

Soaked in his tears,

Shunned by the world, the curse of damnation, came at night and violated his light,

Death's noose stood before him as he slowly faded away. 

Breath was out of pace,

he hung on the branch!

He wiggled and prayed for death!

But then... he changed his mind as he whispered,

Tears clouded his eyes, "God if you can hear me if I- I am not so filthy...please I wish to live... I need help".

Snip! 

He fell.

He didn't die.

White.

Grace had intervened.

                        ...

Our help,

He got up, weeping profusely,

In bewilderment, he stared at death's noose.

How do you explain a well-crafted noose getting loose?

Fear, terror and relief handcuffed him.

A voice awakened, " Who told you that your life was to be taken by death's noose?".

Do you forget that you are my prized possession? My masterpiece?! My jewel, my ruby?”

“ For I have sealed you with my ring. YOU! ARE! MINE!”.

No one was in sight.

"Who are you?" He asked. 

"I AM".

He cried out as once again,

The river of grace had opened up.

Overflowing into the dark depths of his heart.

Light.

For a new dawn was in sight.

                        ...

For what is clay without the Potter?

What is a Wind without direction?

For what is a well without its pulley?

What is Man without his source?

LOST.

"Come to me (Jesus),

All who are heavy burden,

I will give you rest, ...

For my yolk is easy and my burden light".

Matthew 11:28,30.

Come broken,

Come lost,

Come battered as glass,

Come Tree,

Come as you are,

To the Source.

I AM.

(Oh Come to the Altar by Elevation Worship plays).

~Come as you are. Not forgotten. Not lost~. 

Psalm 52:8 AMPC 

But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in and confidently rely on the loving-kindness and the mercy of God forever and ever.