Maybe the limbs of a broken tree will heal themselves in time

Or maybe the limbs from that broken tree will petrify...

Hard as stone

As I peel back the layers I find thing I never knew were there

And as I listen to my prayers I hear myself confused and scared

This broken tree feels like it's part of me somehow controlling

My destiny

Has the seed of a broken promise decided what I will be?

And I, left to myself can only hope to survive

And I, left to myself can only slowly die

How long will I drift? Would I not know the difference?

Have I weathered so long that I've been shaped by this ocean?

Will the legacy live on in me? Life father, like son?

I don't believe that what I am is determined by what

Precedes me

And now I have to realize the past is not my future

And in Christ I'm a brand new creature

And I, left to myself can only hope to survive

And I, left to myself can only slowly die

But given grace I know I can

Given grace I can learn to forgive

In the face of all of this

Given grace I can truly live