At This Tree

I stand at the roots
Of my childhood tree
And wonder what the fruits
Of my future will be.

Will I travel the earth
And roam through the land
To see mourning and mirth
And wonders made by His hand.

Or will I stay here
At my birthplace
With my family quite near
And the common friendly face.

Will I find love’
And eventually marry?
Or will I end up alone
With no choice but to tarry.

Will I be a success
In the world of man
Or will I digress
To follow a simple life plan.

Why do I wonder
Of things up and coming
When I’ve turned my life asunder
To a Father, merciful and loving.

Now I give my life fully
Trusting what he has planned
With faith like a sprouting tree
And my heart in His hand.

Now I stand at the tree
Where as a child I grew
To a place where I’m free
And my worries are few.