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Why is it that I feel this pain?
Though I grow I still feel this pain.
Will it always be so?
Can it not be seen?
Are my branches not large?
Is the trunk not thick?
Or these leaves of mine knit as a blanket?
So I ask the Lord,
Why is it that I feel this pain?
Lo, His answer does come!
As I find myself upon the ground,
I struggle to upright myself.
Though I cannot!
Why is this so, God?
I have shown you why you feel your pain.
Are your branches not so large
That now they hold you prisoner to the ground?
Is your trunk not so thick
That it is now an anchor to the world?
Those leaves that are woven so fine as a blanket -
Is it not a mask?
The pain you feel is of the world.
The branches are they not your ego.
You may think they are long and large,
Though they are short.
Your trunk is your heart.
Though large, this is only the bark that is upon it
With so much weight
You nor any man may never lift it!
The leaves are your pride.
So thick they are that
No light comes into you.
Though why do I lay upon the ground?
It is so you may see.
I do not see though!
This I, God, know.
That is why you are upon the world.
Then a mighty storm comes from the east.
Lo, my leaves are ripped from me.
My branches are broken away from me.
I am rolled through many huge boulders.
The trunk is scarred, the branches are shattered,
And the leaves are tossed to not be found.
Though now I'm upright.
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I, God, am with you child.
Do not dig physically to find me,
For I am your foundation.
You are a part of me and I am a part of you.
Through humility, I became flesh,
Even to the lowest parts without sin.
Though you shall not become me ever.
It is a new season.
This trunk stands
With a few branches, patches of leaves here and there.
Though many seasons have passed.
I ask Jesus today:
Lo, Lord, I still have pain in this life of mine.
Then Jesus talked to my heart.
Your leaves feed from the light.
Your branches I have grown for others to take rest from the storm.
Your trunk has stood and will stand.
Why do you have pain today?
It is because of what you grow in; not on.
For I am your foundation.
Your leaves may look like they feed from the Sun,
Though they really shine with the Son.
Your branches may seem stretched,
Though it is My arms that they are.
This trunk those men see will be large;
This is because of the roots that feed it,
Though many will not see the roots.
This will bring pain.
Do know a whisper of yesterday and on the world your trunk laid.
Though not this day.
For storms shall come and go.
Thee will stand upon the roots of my name.
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