This Tree Sheltered my Father..
especially a few days before he died...
As he sat beneath its swaying branches...
He broke down and cried....
To him, this tree spoke of Heaven
Where he knew he soon would be...
There to be with the Saviour
and from his pain would be set free.
Jesus is the Tree of Life ...
The Rose of Sharon, too. .
And no matter how the Storms may Rage...
His Love will see us through. ...
Yes, Jesus Is Our Shelter...
On Him we can Depend...
He Gave His life so we can Live...
He is our Dearest Friend....
When days seems dark I see This Tree...
Standing firm and Strong...
It's then I find Comfort
In the Shelter of His Arms.