by In ancient days long passed
A valley once stood on the Earth
Where the trees sweetly bloomed
Before the dreadful dearth…
A titanic pond made its home
In this once-vibrant vale
No later came the dark famine
Leaving all the tree bark pale
Darkness desecrated the pond waters
Darkness drained away all beautiful life
And in its place, the Tree of Apathy grew
Sowing depression, mistrust, and strife
And so the drought-scorched greenery
And the murky pond would cry
“Father! Why have you deserted me?
Why have you left me here to die?”
The Father was always there, watching
He watched the vale separate itself from Him
But He knew, it was only a matter of time
Before the vale would draw closer, back to Him
And in that time, He sent a humble child
To sow the seeds of true life and true love
And with some simple words of encouragement
A single raindrop fell from above
It landed in the green pool
Of death and shadow
Where it seemed outnumbered
By both disease and mosquito
But in a flash, those seeds churned the dead pond
Right before the Father’s all-seeing eyes
And evolved it into a flowing, lively stream
So beyond natural, so beyond a surprise
Where did the stream go, you might ask?
It crossed paths with the river that flows from Calvary’s Tree
And from the trickles and splashes,
One could hear the words, “He is alive in me.”
