In arms of the Oak , God lives here today.
His will gives them life . His breath makes them sway.
Derived by His voice , from nothing they sprang .
Through soft gentle grass… to hear Robins sing.
Above weaker shrubs forever they stand ,
A portrait of strength… The work of His hands.
But man took this tree….Constructed a cross.
Where Christ gave His life… His blood paid our cost.
Like acorns that fell as man hewed the tree.
Christ lives again through you and through me.
* dedicated to the memory of my sweet Christian Mother who directed me towards the truth ….