Glennis Thombs trained as a Reader in the Church of England, lives in Slaithwaite and worships with us at St James’ Church. During a difficult time in her life, Glennis wrote this poem and shares it now in the hope that it will help others who are facing difficult times…
…The Tree of Life
I could have been His wooden cot that kept Him snug and warm,
rocking Him soothing Him keeping Him from harm.
I could have been a sailing ship strong and ploughing through,
lashing through the mighty waves singing with the crew.
I could have seen different lands different palaces,
how exciting it would have been to visit different places.
I could have been a carving made a thing of beauty,
the handle of a sword ready to do it’s duty.
A piece of furniture to grace a stately home,
or a piano where some sweet girl would sit I’d never feel alone.
But no matter what I could have been I didn’t get a say,
but what I know I can’t let go of the dark and evil day.
Instead they used me for His cross my Creator nailed on me.
Hanging there suffering for all the world to see.
I wanted to give Him so much love, make Him proud of me,
not the thing that brought Him agony.
But to His glory has thing’s turned out, when shame I thought I’d be,
l only become what was wrote of me in God’s great history.
The tree of life, wow, that’s me, that’s me.
On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.Revelation 22:2, Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.