THE FAMILY TREE

Who thought that there could ever be
A shadow round their family tree.
A tree that stands so firm and tall,
With love and faith and hopes for all.
This tree should grow at every home,
Where little children welcome come.
And from the strongest branches spring.
Where naught but happiness the bring.
Some little buds are nipped and gone,
Before their lives have scarce begun.
Then all the drear the world seems dark,
And the tree is left with an aching heart.
Some branches grow with blossoms fair,
Just scattering kindness every where.
They bloom and grow so very fast,
If only but their youth might last.
Somewhere another tree so grand
Has also grown and stretched a hand,
And grasped a blossom fair to see,
To start another family tree.
If all these trees would grow and bear
The fruit that's pure and sweet and fair.
There'd be no greed all wars would cease,
And then this world would be at peace.
Each family tee of love divine,
Should always try to bear in mind,
If God is love it's plain to see,
That only God could make this tree.

BY: Lillian Webster Cole

THE FAMILY TREE

Who thought that there could ever be
A shadow round their family tree.
A tree that stands so firm and tall,
With love and faith and hopes for all.
This tree should grow at every home,
Where little children welcome come.
And from the strongest branches spring.
Where naught but happiness the bring.
Some little buds are nipped and gone,
Before their lives have scarce begun.
Then all the drear the world seems dark,
And the tree is left with an aching heart.
Some branches grow with blossoms fair,
Just scattering kindness every where.
They bloom and grow so very fast,
If only but their youth might last.
Somewhere another tree so grand
Has also grown and stretched a hand,
And grasped a blossom fair to see,
To start another family tree.
If all these trees would grow and bear
The fruit that's pure and sweet and fair.
There'd be no greed all wars would cease,
And then this world would be at peace.
Each family tee of love divine,
Should always try to bear in mind,
If God is love it's plain to see,
That only God could make this tree.

BY: Lillian Webster Cole