I'm under the leaves of tall coconut trees,
(on trunks that are warped in a curve).
They rustle up high in the oft windy sky.
Enjoying the shade, I observe...

...the Heavens above that are filled so with love
and grace only God can bestow -
from free virgin birth for the people on earth.
I ask, "Have I failed Him so?"

Am I like the leaves that everyone sees,
that wave to and fro in the wind,
drawing attention as if I'm important?
Could that, my dear friends, be a sin?

His sheep, under wool, must be fully faithful -
not warped as the coconut trees.
How is it fitting if I am still sitting -
not helping the poor "least of these"?

How disconcerted am I that Christ suffered?
I hold my small cross close to me.
Genteel, I'm living, but what am I giving?
Are soft crosses not meant to be?

Oh, should I be stunned if my cross isn't cushioned?
I'm carefree- and comforts I seek!
Is love, au contraire, to this cross that I bear
as others are hungry and weak?

Our God sits above and He fills us with love.
We're blessed with His soft, gentle breeze -
on tropical islands with soft, idle hands,
enjoying a lifetime of ease.

I'm under the leaves of tall coconut trees,
(on trunks that are warped in a curve).
They rustle up high in the oft windy sky.
Enjoying the shade, I observe...
 

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