Friday, September 01, 2006

Absolutely delighted

As you know, I have been a member of Faithwriters.com for a few years. Most weeks I try to participate in the weekly challenge. I probably do get more caught up in winning and loosing than I ought to do – it is the competitive thing in me! Yesterday I was really delighted find my poem had won top spot.

A few of the comments made by the FW family said that I ought to try to get the poem published. As I wrote it, I could envision illustrations, but I am no artist. Maybe that ought to be my next challenge – to find a children’s illustrator and to find a publisher!

What, little tree, will you be?

Little tree, little tree
What will you be
When you grow tall
No longer small?
What, little tree, will you be?

I’ll be a crib
For the Saviour child
The holy babe
So meek and mild
I’ll rock Him gently
Through the night
Beneath the moon
While stars shine bright
That’s what this little tree
Will be!

Little tree, little tree
What will you be
When you grow tall
No longer small?
What, little tree, will you be?

With billowing sails
I’ll be a great ship
On a flurry of waves
I will rise and dip
And the Saviour
Will sleep
As I bear him along
Sturdy and strong
Upon the ocean deep
When winds start to toss
And clouds march across
The blue sky
Will I shake him
And wake him?
Others will, not I
He will raise up his arm
And the storm will calm
At his powerful word
In awe men will quiver
And demons will shiver
At what they have seen and heard
That’s what this little tree
Will be!

Little tree, little tree
What will you be
When you grow tall
No longer small?
What, little tree, will you be?

There’ll come a day
So dark and grey
I’ll lift him up high
As they watch him die
Mankind so cruel
To fashion a tool
Like this cross
As they hammer a nail
Through flesh soft and frail
They feel no loss
No regret and no shame
Not caring, or knowing
His crimson blood flowing
He’s bearing their shame
They witness his cry
“Abandoned am I!
And darkness steals over the sky
God’s face turns away
On that evil day
Then He hears his Son say
“It is finished”
Then falls his Son’s head
The Saviour is dead
And sin, the foul curse, melts away
That’s what this little tree
Will be!

Little tree, little tree
Do not weep or mourn
On the day the Son rises
All creation‘s reborn
Now hold we our breath
And eagerly wait
For His glorious victory
So awesome and great.

(c) Melanie Kerr 2006

5 comments:

Mark H said...

Fantastic! Would make a great childrens book.

Now I know a children's illustrator. Problem is I can't remember who! I could ask around. And the guys in the NDI offices know about publishing books, have the contacts, etc.

meljkerr said...

Mark

Thankyou! I think I need all the help that I can get on this one! I would be really grateful if you send out a few enquiries.

love

Mel

Mark H said...

No probs!

Do you remember Si and Liz from Wrexham? They visited last Hogmanay. I *think* it's Si who is a children's book illustrator (as well as tree surgeon and wood carver). They're at a wood carving comp nearby today and we're meeting up with them, so I'll ask (and if it's not Si then it's a good chance that they'll remember who is!)

I'll also ask Nick "don't forget the angels" P how to get a book published. (Tony H has a new book due out soon too.)

Lee said...

Yeah, Si's done illustration work for children's publications.

You could also enquire with Steve Foster, who's also an excellent illustrator with great insight.

HTH

Leer

Lee said...

Awesome poem by the way!