A tree in the hand of the planter,

A foreshadow of greatness.

But now, tender and scrawny,

It exclaims its weakness.



Placed, then rooted,

God will secure its life,

As it stretches toward Heaven.

Then, from each one planted,

Born will be many brethren.



Like a tree planted, I long to be.

Chosen, and nourished forever;

Then from Jesus, the Hand of the Planter,

Many harvests will I bring to gather.



 A Tree Planted by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                            2 Corinthians 9:10

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