Feb 242010

I suppose this post is a bit silly, but sometimes I can’t help myself.  Anyway, as I thought about it on the way to work this morning, I couldn’t help but sing the Michael Frye song:  Jesus, Be the Center.


Trees without a center

With apologies to Robert Frost . . .

Whose woods these are I think I know 
It’s not the man who lives here though.
Who owns this poor trees destiny?
The devils who make electricity.

What is the moral from this poor sight?
What can we learn from this tree’s plight?
Watch where you’re planted and guard your feet.
Don’t plant yourself near the worldly street.

  4 Responses to “Whose Woods These Are”

  1. I like it. dad

  2. Good word, Mark. “And the trees of the field will clap their hands…” (just had that on my mind…) 🙂

  3. *like button* 🙂

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