Ageless and Serene

Standing serene in the glade,
Watching the waving of each blade,
Swaying in the wind,
The gentle grass stalks bend.

Ageless limbs stretched to the sky,
Still despite winds passing by,
Trunk strong and thick,
Life still flowing fast and quick,

Strong, and not unlike a tree,
Standing alone, strong and free.
A faint smile upon his face,
Speaking of mercy, love, and grace,

The birds and the beasts,
From greatest to the least,
Come and throng about Him,
Without a trouble or worried whim.

Enthralled by His matchless charms,
There Safe beneath His arms.
Sometimes I think of Him this way,
When I am beset by dark days.

When trials are stark,
When the way is dark.
I think of my Father’s care,
Standing untiring there,

Serene, loving, merciful, and kind,
With me in mind,
And a smile upon His face,
And though a line or two of trouble might trace,

Upon His brow,
It is only as He seeks to tell me how,
I ought to go,
Or to show,

Me what I must do,
To stay true,
To what I am meant to be,
For what He made me,

His created and adopted son,
So that when all days are done,
I too might lay down,
At his feet my crown,

And curl up in His arms,
Safe from all frights or alarms.
Father create in me,
The desire and power to be,

Eternally like you,
In all I do.