The Trees Discourse for Us
The trees discourse for us, they stand
And teach. How would you live, O man?
Bear fruit like me, and you'll be grand.
Yes, you will stand, while wind does fan
Away the chaff. Would you be chaff
Sent far away, laid under ban?
The choice is clear, yet chaff can laugh
And then can ridicule anon.
There are those chaff that have a staff,
Yea, many friends. They carry on.
Why then should I try like a tree
To bear good fruit? Is that a con?
First Psalm says, No. Displayed will be
The clear end of each life, be they
Fruit tree or chaff. Tis' sure you'll see.
Sometimes we wait. Did they not say
Napoleon would last? He frowned
Across that channel, holding sway!
Indeed, did he not reign, self-crowned
As Emperor of France. Oh yes,
But now they've built the Lion Mound.
And now we've heard of his distress.
The rock of St. Helena--there
They placed him under such duress.
And on that rock he had a care
To speak of Jesus Christ as great
Beyond great generals--beware.
Return, ye that have strayed to mate
With cocky man's philosophy.
You'll end up wounded in your pate,
As one resisting God--be free,
Pray God to open up your eyes,
Know Christ is Lord continually.
