I toiled for forty years
In a desert I was planted
Storm after storm blew
Desert sand cut through me
Tearing off the flowers
But the tree grew fruit still
For the few who encountered me
They ate and were sated
For the fruit was and Is
The purest Love of the Lord
I bled and bled
That blood soaked bed
I wanted to hate
Hate the deed
Not the dead He said
Forgiveness was all that was left
Tears now stream down like a river
Filled with the blood of my enemy
The flow of blood and water
Burned the soil to death
But that tree grew
Despite the neglect
For Two in One
Is truly the Trinity
Of a God so loving
He protected me all these years
So to Him I give my thanks
Forever like incense
I burned those pruned branches
Amen
A Prophet Scorned 