Old Oak Tree

Stand like the Oak

Breaking the horizon

Finding our Hope

In each breath realizing

The world spins

So out of our control

And we just have to 

Let our roots take hold


Rooted in beliefs

Found deeper than the wind

Planted as a single seed

That’s where our hope begins

Not in a world that screams

“This is what you need”

While trying to bend us

And bring us to our knees…


Rise with the light

Standing still over the forest

Each day of our lives

A chance to quiet the noise

That echoes against

The truth we know to be

Our Hope, our Faith

Found in the stirrings

That we see


In an old Oak Tree.


09/14/25

clc


“And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.”

Romans‬ ‭12‬:‭2‬ ‭NASB1995‬‬



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