Creator of our family tree
(especially the branch called "me")
please let our roots grow deep and strong
so it will stand secure.
From limb to limb our tree has grown.
And, Lord, You've seen how winds have blown.
But, by Your grace strong storms could not
uproot what You preserve.
Allow the blossoms on our tree
to scent our world most fragrantly.
And may the fruit that we will bear
help nourish those You love.
Within the shadow of our tree,
may friends and strangers come to see
the love that binds each one of us
in spite of miles and years.