leave me to myself and i will crumble
my arms have not the strength to juggle
the why's, the how's, the when's
excuses made
trust delayed
graciously receive oh God my mustard seed of faith
and return it as a solid tree
of righteousness and purity
these branches are His arms extended
supporting, shading, surrounding
the fruit they bare are there
to share
to inspire
to prepare
His light will always penetrate
through these branchy cracks
sending messages to earth that noone lacks
who abide in Christ