THE WINDS OF LIFE
While traveling down the road one day
We saw a wondrous sight!
The wind was from the North that day
And blowing with all its might.
But it didn’t phase those old elm trees
That grew along the road;
They still leaned toward the North
And kept their true abode.
Yes, the North wind blew but it didn’t change
The form of those old trees
Because they were already formed
By the regular Southern breeze.
God, Who created your little one
Has plans for your child’s life;
And no matter how well you do your job
There will be winds of strife.
For Satan and his helpers
Will try to change his ways;
But if he is grounded in Jesus Christ
You'll have cause for praise.
Yes, train your little one for God
And when life’s strong winds blow,
He will be formed as God desires
And his heart be white as snow.
Then when he grows up and leaves your side,
For sure will come the breeze. . . .
But he’ll be grounded firm and strong
Just like those old elm trees.
-Edna L. Ingram, 1982
Note: We looked for the really curved trees on Tuesday, that inspired this poem back in 1982, between Elk City, OK and Pampa, TX, but that line of trees was gone. Something was built where the trees had been. (Progress!) There was only one left. I don't think this one was a Chinese Elm like those were. I really wanted a picture of those same trees.
