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My
Little Tree of Prayer |
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by Wayne Dillard
God gave the gift of prayer to me,
it was like the seed of a great big tree.
I watered it and watched it grow,
not all at once but rather slow.
My tree of prayer then bore some fruit,
and I was glad it had taken root.
But in this joy that came to me,
I forgot to water my precious tree.
It soon was withered and very sick,
It bore no fruit like an old dry stick.
I felt ashamed of what I'd done,
God's gift to me was a special one.
Not only special to me, you see,
but to the others it could have set free.
I went to God to bear my shame,
and show Him the tree that bore His name.
It made Him sad to see me there,
with my withered little tree of prayer.
His sadness caused my heart to cry,
"Forgive me Lord for letting prayer die."
I laid my tree before His face,
and asked Him to pour out His grace.
He answered with His heart of love,
and renewed my tree from His throne above.
Now everyday I take great care,
to water my precious tree of prayer.
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