Your's in Christ, The Reverend Cecil Smith
THE OLD OAK TREE
The oak tree stood so proudly,
Out on a lonely hill.
It seemed to tell a story,
That gave my heart a chill.
How many men had stood there,
Beneath it's shady branch.
No future in their vision,
No sparkle in their glance.
The old oak was protected,
From storms and wind and rain.
For God loved all creation,
And the old oak tree is the same.
Men they seem to doubt God,
But not the old oak tree.
Its branches shade the lost man,
As well as you and me.
