Wormwood

Devotional, Poetry 1 Minute 
If a am a tree I am dead
Dried-up wormwood,
Eaten through 
With homegrown lies—
A dirty dearth of earthly material.
Burn through me;
Cut me down.
Grow your fresh green shoot
Up through my roots
Reengineer ancestry
And plant me by the stream
That feeds the boughs which 
Blossom in the eons.

Published by nandtbaker2013

Tessa always wanted to be a missionary and Nathan thanked God he wasn't. Now we're here in Madagascar, learning the fascinating stories of others and culture while storying through the most exciting story of all . . . God becoming a man to save the world!

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