Jesus asked the blind man, what can you see? Before his eyes were fully opened, He said men who look like trees. Am I to be likened to such a tree? With roots set to grow, deep in thee. Delighting underneath thy heavenly rains, With my canopy cleansed from earthly stains. Planted in the light of your only Son, A new creation has just begun. Patiently bearing fruit to please. No longer cursed by sin's disease. Though tears like leaves, I sometimes shed. As I pour out my soul with words unsaid. You search my heart, where all are found. And catch each one, before they fall to the ground. Now I aim to become more spiritually mature, To attain to the stature of my eternal cure, Where I will endeavour to live, the more obediently, Until the fullness of my saviour, is formed in me. Joseph Burton
