Keith Sanford

Branches of an oak tree seem to whisper my name
Peaceful and giving with leaves wet from rain
Asking what is it that I have received
Branches of an oak tree giving hope to believe

Branches slowly burning in flames of a fire
Razed by a people with careless desire
People forgetting what we have received
Burning hopes of peace, flaming fears that deceive

To whom seeds are given, hear the beckoning of the call
Raindrops and air breathing life to us all
These are the things that I have received
Planting new hope where the world was aggrieved

Branches of a sapling rising up from the ground
Peaceful and giving new hope to abound
Always remembering what I have received
Branches of a sapling giving hope to believeĀ