We all have one we’re hung upon
the branches of this tree
We might know a few whose branches are new
but there are more who are strangers to me.
Why do I go to such lengths to know
The stories behind each leaf?
Because what they’ve seen and what it all means
Will help me grow in belief
God is the author, my great Heavenly Father
of the stories He’s planned so well
Of my sister and brother, my grandfather and mother
And how we got faith, they tell
God has been faithful and worth the wait for
Him to give meaning to life.
He’s chosen my portion for this I adore Him
His boundaries bring safety from strife.
I’m waiting today for a call that will say
That my second grandson is born
This green leaf is new as God’s mercies are too
That Vito will be swaddled and warm
I write to record and to worship the Lord
for His faithfulness which never fails
He was there long ago I’m privileged to know
Because my mom discovered such tales
Generations long past of which has out-lasted
the lives of those I’ve yet to meet
They have gone on before to rest in the Lord
And now walk on Heavenly streets
Each year that passes God’s story surpasses
All we could imagine or think.
When life seems too hard or pleasures too far
It’s good to remember such things
God is faithful to tell “his story” so well
If we are only willing to ask
Good questions to those who are older and know
the ones that explain our past.
Purpose to know the branches that grow
In your own family tree
The hope that is hung for victories won
Is worth the effort to see.