This poem was written after teaching a lesson about being a tighter community of believers. I was inspired by the idea of us Outsiders being so tightly knit together that our Message would be CAUGHT rather than just TAUGHT. We join to become one... like the forest.
Among the Trees
One tree does not make a forest.
Many join to form the one
With leafy hands stretched toward the sun
From the richest to the poorest.
At distance they all seem the same
Together sway, together bend
In sync with the rising wind.
Though one, each remembers his name.
One morning here I saw the Truth
While deep inside this living church
Of maple, pine, oak, and birch.
The Savior lives, and here is proof.
We found our Destiny, Hope, and Peace
Planted together, stalwart and strong,
Hands raised high, singing His song,
Here among the other trees.
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