I WANDERED o’er the mountain side

Where the rocks lay all around,

Within a tiny crevice there

A little tree I found.

Though crushed between two cold, gray rocks

The sapling still did try

To grow into a tree, and reached

Its branches toward the sky.

“You may as well give up,” I said,

Your chances there are few;

Against such odds, you try in vain—

Life was not fair to you.”

The years rolled by. and once again

I wandered through that land;

And in that crevice, I beheld

A tree both tall and grand.

And as I closer drew, I saw

The rocks were pushed aside,

The crevice, once so very small,

Was many inches wide.

“I might have known,” I whispered then,

“That God, who made the seed,

Would put within its tiny form

The strength for every need”

How can we doubt our Father’s care,

Who thus cares for a tree?

Will He not give His children strength

To be what we should be)

When obstacles are in the way,

Should we sit down and sigh,

And so fall short of what we’d be,

If we would only try?

We’ll win, if we remember this,

For it is very true—

God’s strength is quite sufficient for

All things we’re told to do.

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