The Colors of Faith

I'm a tree planted by living waters

but I am not evergreen.

My ideas and thoughts and beliefs

grow like leaves in the spring.

Often I marvel at how well

they weather the summer heat!

But autumn brings the frost and cold

and change they do my leaves.

Sunshine yellow, burnt orange, scarlet

are born from what used to be green.

Then one by one as I must

each of my leaves I release.

I watch my hopes, stances, dreams

yes die in

faith

that though the winter is deep,

My roots held by Your firm soil

Jesus You will always keep.