Words of The Lamb magazine

by Martha LaBine

The shade is dark,
stripping all color from these leaves,
manipulating me into believing
these trees are not green.
Rolling and searching
for the easily deceived,
obstinate to convert
those who believe in His trees,
but a trove of hope
grows here in His grove,
and the light I seek
does not come from the sun,
it comes from the Son,
and His will be done.
Some days I seek shade,
and because of this I am ashamed.
I desire a stronger dedication
to breathe in oxygen
and resist temptation,
so shall I find faith in the shade
Or faith in His trees?
They both look the same,
each having the power
to bring me to my knees.
However, only one refers to me
as “the least of these,”
and in the darkness I am guided
by a cunning voice alone,
convinced the shade is all I need
to know just where to go,
and in those moments,
when I’m no match
for the shade beneath these leaves,
I lie down and find comfort
knowing I’m surrounded by His trees.
The shade is beat,
now it is done,
thanks to the One,
the battle has been won.
So as convinced otherwise
as some may be,
the shade is wrong,
and His trees will forever be green.