The trees rain down
Their leaves drip tears upon the ground
How long they cry out
How long must we wait
But wait is what they do
As they watch each passing generation
The talk among the woods is
Are these the ones
Will time fulfilled finally come
Will creator of living trees usher in the day with these
Will they stand tall
Will they stand strong
Are these oaks of righteousness
The final display of splendour and beauty
Revealing His magnificent array.
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