On the forest floor, a seed is found,
A tiny acorn lying on the ground.
Though small and hidden, deep inside,
A mighty oak tree begins its ride.
With patience, it waits through sun and rain,
Rooting itself through its joys and pain.
The winds may howl, and storms may blow,
But from this tiny seed, a tree will grow.
Its roots stretch out beneath the earth,
They are anchored firm, awaiting their birth.
For in due time, this oak will rise,
Reaching up toward boundless skies.
From the acorn’s shell to its branches wide,
It’s a symbol of strength that can’t be denied.
Like faith that grows through every trial,
The oak stands tall; I think it makes God smile.
So when you feel too small to stand,
Remember God has an unshakable plan.
It is from small seeds, that great things grow,
In His perfect timing, His plans will show.
For in each acorn, God has sown,
A mighty oak, not yet fully grown.