Many things seem
Not as they’re seen
Like knots of a twisted tree
Roots shallower than shallow seas
Above seems the same
Below the rot grows deep
Grows old an undone
Till the earth shakes and gives up
Revealing what’s beneath
With the sun’s full strength
Gail force winds howl past
The tree set ablaze
Screams out in flames
Returning once more
To earth from where it came
As time passes by
Up from the grave of ash
Where the tree once stood
A new seedling raises its head
An oak of righteousness
Now stands in its stead
It will grow tall and strong
As it gazes into the sun
How the mighty have fallen
To make way for this new tree
More than what it seems to be
Will now clearly be seen
As this oak of righteousness
Raises it’s royal head
Crowned with splendour
Dignity and strength
Displaying the King’s glory
Destined before time
Destined from above.