A Golden Tree

A Tree that talks 
A Golden Tree 
A Tree that walks 

That follows you 

And moves into your house your mansion 

How can that Be 

 

So it has been reported 

That in heaven it shall be so 

Trees as people  

who have a mouth 

To speak the words of Wisdom 

That you long to hear 

who have ears to hear 

That is why I share

Could it not be that 

that is why we can issue a command 

An instruction for a fig tree to obey

For indeed what we see dimly here  

Will we not see come alive  

When there in heaven 

 

A Tree yielding fruit after his kind 

God commanded in Genesis 1:11 

For the earth to bring forth 

And God saw that it was good 

A Tree that yes can choose to respond 

To the voice of His Master of Jesus 

To bear figs upon command 

That is why that Fig Tree we read about was judged 

Because he chose instead 

To Exalt himself above his Master  

To tell his Master but it does not make sense

It's not my turn my season

Then the Master will say  

Have I not approached you  

And in Me there is everything you need for Life 

Everything you need to give forth fruit 

But instead you complain and choose to disobey 

That is why we always hear just Trust and Obey 

Now behold a Tree that becomes golden is glorious 

With branches for a resting place  

A safe haven for birds 

And a shade from the scorching heat 

Is a consolation and a sought-after wonder 

How could that tree not only survive but thrive 

Only by having an ear to hear 

And a willingness to chase after dreams 

That He has put in our hearts that don't make sense

In that we can rejoice when we see others succeed 

Because someone went before to make a way make it easier

That we could one day all be called that City on a Hill 

 

With Love, In Christ