All of heaven reaches your branches; all of the earth beside your depths,
I pray beside your deep green wonder, like a child of innocent heart’s bend.
The grass beneath is warm and soft, a nest to hold the wandering guest
that we might rest our tender souls in the arms of a tree that God did tend.
Oh, keep me near the bend of a tree;
wrapped close in its fold, held dearly to me.
The substance of love reaches to hold
my own heart in a safe, sweet grasp so bold,
Pray keep me in these arms so tenderly.
I am sheltered, caressed and held by a tree.