You say you want to be a Cedar of Lebanon

But do you really have what it takes?

Do you really want to

Push through solid rock with the strength of ten men,

Searching deep for living water? Or,

Stand firm against any adversity,

Tall, straight and alone in solitary silence?


If not, then maybe you want to be something else.

Perhaps you’d be more comfortable in wheat,

Pounded on the threshing floor,

Released from chaff,

Thrown high into the wind,

Only the heart of the grain is left.

Don’t like the idea of being pounded?


Well, would you prefer instead to be the deer,

Panting for water?

Watchful, longing, gentle and wild, or

Sure footed ram?

Trapped in thicket sacrificed on mountain top,

The Lamb, I think not, as

There is only One Perfect Passover Lamb,

Sacrificed from the foundation,

Slain so that we might find life in Him

Forever, in Him.


The eyes of the Lord search all the land,


Losing not one in the thickets,

Mountains, valleys or seas,

When His countenance is upon you,

There is peace.


© 2005, Maribeth Schlobohm

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CEDAR OF LEBANON [Maribeth Schlobohm] ~ POEM          1


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