If I were a tree what kind would I
Be? Would I see more of life if
I felt less strife? Would my worth
Grow with time like fine wine?
Will my beauty last? Will my color
Show in the midst of snow? Would
Famine, fire, disease or flood diminish
My will to be, my desire to know
Who created me? Would I feel rain?
Would I complain of endless pain?
Would I tire of standing with nothing
To do? No bending low, no thoughts
To sow, no whispers to sound, no laughter
No crying no sighing. If I were a tree
Would my Lord be with me? Would I
Reach for heaven knowing I'd never
Go? Am I a treasure to be bought and
Sold to be left alone out in the cold?
If I were a tree it would be the one that
Had Christ nailed to me for all to see.