The barren branch, the broken bough,
Is all that’s left behind.
The shattered husk of what once was;
A broken, hollow rind.
So much of life still blooms and grows
With darkness at its heart.
While life is strong in root and limb,
The darkness gets its start.
If we’re to leave a legacy
Beyond the broken bough,
We need to root our lives in more
Than just the here and now.
Only when rooted in his word,
Can our limbs reach the sky
And from strong roots will rise new shoots
When our time passes by.
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