Maple Tree....

Maple Tree.  This is your tree.

I have made you strong, and sturdy like Me.

I have made you for all the world to see.

Though you may think, how can this be?

You like a lot of shade.

You kind of like to sit back and fade.

But that's not really how you were made.

Like the Maple. 

 You were filled with the sweetest staple.

I am not speaking of a fable.

You are more than capable.

In fact you are quite able.

I've given you My label.

We will feast on your Maple at My table.

You are so full of sweet.

From your head, to your feet.

This is what will make you complete.

It's just wonderfully neat.

I have made you a special seat.

There may be times,

when you need a tap.

But your love will always fill the gap.

Come sit on My lap.

Where you will take a nap.

And I will replenish your sap.

Magnolia Tree....

Magnolia tree. 

This is your tree.

There is nothing lovelier than thee.

Just like the Magnolia,

all it takes is light and air to breathe.

Then your blossoms will unfurl free.

My beauty, just cleave, yes, to Me.

The scent of your blossoms,

 will flow on the breeze.

Your beauty brings Me glory.

You will no longer worry.

I have finished your story.

Just as the Magnolia,

 can not live in the dark,

neither can your heart.

My light is what you have sought.

My lovely, you have been so distraught.

Your love is safely caught.

In this, there is nothing that will depart.

Just like leaves that curl from too much sun, cold. and rain.

So have you, from the pain.  You didn't want to be maimed.

But it is your time to uncurl.  Yes, time to unfurl.

My very special girl, know you are My safely kept pearl.

Weeping Willow....

Weeping Willow.

This is your tree.  It is My decree.

Just the name, shows that you grieve.

Oh My little one, how you wish it will leave.

I promise I will up heave.

This believe, you will be free.

I'm answering your greatest plea.

Like a Willow, you were made to bend.

You have become quite adept,

at moving from right to left.

All this tugging has weighed heavily on your chest.

Oh, how you do your best.

But now you will rest.

It has been up and down.

In fact, round and round.

This is why I have planted your roots,

 so firmly in the ground.

Your limbs will no longer feel wound.

You feel responsible for their sin.

Your tears build from deep within.

Let go my lovely child.

Don't you know,

 your pain only makes you more beautiful?

I no longer want you to blend.

Very soon, you will not have to go their way again.

The church!!!!

I am calling My human race,

to pick up their pace.

And not just a trace,

but as if you are being chased.

There is no time for haste.

I have already given you My knowledge,

this is not a time to be chaste.

I didn't give it to you so My word would be a waste.

but it was given for My lost sheep

who are still in need of My grace.

I think I have made My case.

This is the hour, to use My power.

My loved ones, there is no need to cower.

My love is like a warm shower.

Rain it on their buds, and their blooms will flower.

This is very dower.  It is time to leave the security of your tower.

Just as I loved Cain, through his pain.

This is very much the same.

I have not let them cry out in vain.

I have sent My cleansing rain.

I've washed their hurt down the drain.

I am sending you now, to tell them I already came.

And I will heal their pain.

Their pleas, never cease.  Tell them their God sees.

It is time they know the one who has paid their fees.

I have given them their keys,

 and I'm here to dust off their knees.

My love for them is much sweeter,

 than the honey made by the bees in the trees.

You are to be their vine.

Inform them they have no crime.

It is just My children's time,

to see they have always been mine.

There will be no more grime.

I'm asking My son's and daughter's,

to come home, one more time.

And we will dine.

My girl....

Oh My lovely, You are not stuck in the middle.

Nor am I leaving you to just sit there and whittle.
Please, know that I hate seeing you left to piddle.
You are much too sweet to quibble.
Your heart is not little.
 My girl, I am not speaking a riddle.
Your chords are too precious and dainty,
 to sound like a fiddle.

Hold up your chin.  Count to ten.
You are not the essence of sin.
Do not listen to him.  I always win.
Come out of that dark den.
You must learn to love yourself,
from deep within.
You have beautiful skin.
You inspire your kin.
You are still scared of men,
and it makes you act like a protective hen.
I gave you your voice in a pen.
Now, play it over and over again.
I want them to hear you all the way in Big Ben.
Yes, you sound so pretty,
 like the clearest violin.

I love to trace, your exquisite face.
Nothing in you could ever be a waste.
I do nothing in haste.
 It's time you move, beyond a taste.
Do you know I always have paste, just in case?
There is no shame in being fragile,
like a delicate vase.
But it is time you give chase.
We have won this race.
You are much too soft to be a bass.

He was your's from hello. 
I know he can be too mellow,
and sometimes it is hard to get his head off of the pillow.
your fellow needs help, not feeling yellow.
Especially when his limbs turn to jello.
It will not help to bellow.
Remember to sing and play like the sweet cello.