Friday, December 4, 2015

REMIND ME THAT I AM NOT A POTTED PLANT





When I am low,
When it seems like the Far East winds will leave me unrooted,
When I have no strength in my feet,
And I wobble at the thought of the next step,
Remind me that I am not a potted plant.
Lord, remind me that I am a tree in the wild.
My roots go deep like the Eucalyptus and my stem is firm like an Oak.

When I am low,
When the cold is too much and it seems like I won’t survive the winter.
When I can longer bear another change of seasons,
And I have forgotten the beautiful colour of summer,
Remind me that I am not a potted plant.
Lord, remind me that I am a tree in the wild.
My leaves remain evergreen and tender in winter like the pine and my cutin thick like a hemlock.

When I am low,
When in doubt I worry about the fruits I will (or will not) bear,
When the seeds of my work are too small to be noticed,
And I wonder whether I will rise up to much,
Remind me that I am not a potted plant.
Lord, remind me that I am tree in the wild.
My seeds may be like mustard seeds from a fig, but they will eventually rise to become a great tree.

When I am low,
When kingdoms rise and fall as I watch,
When it seems like I won’t survive the fire,
And it appears that I will not have room to grow anymore,
Please remind me that I am not a potted plant.
Lord, remind me that I am a tree in the wild.
My bark is fire-resistant like a baobab, and I will age like an Olive.

And Lord, when I am not low,
When selfish pride seems to have had its way with me,
When I think that I can fathom all things,
And I have too much belief in myself and too much trust in people,
Remind me, oh Lord that I am not a potted plant.
Lord, remind me that I am only a tree in the wild,
My survival and flourishing is dependent on you, the orchestrator of all things.





10 comments:

  1. When I am low,
    When the expanse of my shade home souls,
    The chirping, the radiance of day engulfs my beliefs,
    Remind me, Oh Lord that i am not a potted plant,
    Lord, remind me that I am only a tree in the wild,
    Cleaving to thee for every breathe...

    When I low,
    Remind me, Oh Lord that I am not a potted plant,
    Lord, remind me that I am only a tree in the wild,

    I love this,
    The artistry, the muse in it,
    The constant urge to remain grounded,
    The earnest fear to be prideful,
    Remind me, Oh Lord that i am not a potted plant,
    Lord, remind me that I am only a tree in the wild,

    I love this, I love this, I love this very much....

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    1. Thanks Hillary. I see you're also good at this...For His glory!

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  2. I love this so much!!!!
    Good work!

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    1. For His glory! Thanks for passing by Myra :-)

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  3. Very nice. What was the inspiration to this poem?

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    1. Thanks Wachira. I may not be sure of what the muse for this poem was exactly, but God definitely inspired this. Psalm 1 has been one of my all time favourites, so I think it helped form a background.

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  4. Amazing piece, inspired this morning..😊

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  5. That's an amazing piece. Check out Jason Gray - Remind me who I am.
    God bless you.

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    1. Just checked it out. Indeed we belong to the Father...when we forget who we are, there is an assurance of whose we are.
      Thanks.

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