Restoration

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Rain down on the crown of my tree top. Trickle down all of my leaves and branches down to my roots, where I can absorb every drop.

 

Flow through my trunk and nourish every fiber of my being and give me life down to the core. Restore all if my broken branches and replace all of my leaves for they have fallen off and dried up beneath me. I am renewed.

 

Grow my limbs far and wide so that I too can nourish, restore, and give life to the habitation being destroyed around me. Marked and chopped up to be reduced, reused, recycled, thrown away, just to be reused over and over again. I am a protector.

 

Sprout new leaves and vegetation for organisms to gain shelter from harm, food for the soul, wisdom for their journey, with all the peace and fresh air while in my presence. I am a healer.

 

Seasons change and when all of my leaves have fallen, I'm naked, and it's too cold to bare. Your sun comes out to warm me up and the rain falls again. Making me new and beginning the cycle again.

 

 

We are all healers and when we gain wisdom from the word of God, we too have the power to restore and uplift others. The Lord gives love/his word so that we can spread that love and knowledge to others. Share the love, spread His wisdom, and bless others so they can be healed and restored too. 

 

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