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The Weeping Willow That I Lay Beneath And Question
The weeping of the willow I do hear
I can feel the fresh cool moisture of its daily tears fall upon me as I lay here.
I am made to ponder all that I see and hear from the weeping of the willow tree.
With a trunk so strong and veins that seem to run so deep.
The willow sweeps the ground in the blowing of the wind.
I’m in closed about underneath the willow where I lay.
As I lay starring up into the sky,
The willow is weeping I do not know why.
I ask dear willow; why do you weep?
I weep for the generation that is still asleep.
I weep for you,
I pray you seek GOD daily in prayer.
I weep for the poor that have no voice.
I weep for the ones who have made the wrong choice.
Yes Willow I understand you’re cry.
I understand your firm stands but…..
Hush my dear child do not interrupt me.
I’m answering your questions and your plea.
My branches do carry a great weight.
But yet still,
They sweep the ground with great faith
There is no faith in my trunk are in the deepness of my veins.
I weep in praise before God’s mighty throne.
I weep for those with a hearty heart but yet not humble.
You ask me, why do I weep?
I weep from days and years gone by.
Voices of the fore Fathers still ring in my leaves.
My weeping falls upon the floor of God’s great throne room.
My weeping drops aromas of lavender before God’s feet.
My weeping makes you wonder and to realize that I’m not asleep.
Dear child you ask me why I weep?
I have no need of nothing
I drink from waters of deep.
The birds come to me for shelter.
I am planted here for keep
To perform my duty that is to weep.