by Lucy M. Young
Lord, let me be like the sturdy pine
That stands outside my window
Let me lift my arms in adoration to you
As the pine tree lifts its branches to the sky
Let me stand firm against the trials of life
Help me endure my pain as a passing breeze
Through the pine tree's lovely foliage
Then when the storms of life have passed
Let me be serene and peaceful like the pine tree
As I leave to live forever free of pain
In the shelter of my dear Saviour's love.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 