That old sycamore is still standing,

through storms and devastation and strife,

it seems to laugh at adversity and

keeps valiantly clinging to life.

It grieves me every time I look at it,

my heart aches to see the trunk so deformed.

But I get some satisfaction in knowing,

like that tree, we too, can weather the storms.

God has been so merciful to me,

the storms of life come and go.

But each time the storm clouds gather,

He says “Peace be still” and they go.

I pray for the Day soon coming,

when Jesus breaks through the clouds in the sky.

He promises if we are faithful,

He will take us to our new home, by and by.

I can’t wait to go with Him,

to see my dear Mother and Dad,

my family will welcome me,

when I reach that great city so glad.