Weeping Willow

I stood underneath

The large willow tree

The stars sang praise

But she continued to weep.

I read her the Psalm

And explained what I preached

But she continued to sob

She continued to weep.

So I opened the book

Of a thousand bright dreams

And I quietly read

Yet she just couldn’t sleep.

Maybe Port William

Is all that she needs?

But it seems that Kentucky

Is far beyond reach.

Exhausted, I sat,

“That’s enough! What’s this mean?

Give glory to God,

You stubborn ol’ tree!”

Her answer came soft

As she whispered to me,

“Willows glorify God

When willow trees weep.”


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