The Cedar Stump Still Stands

A cedar tree stood strong and stout, unmoving to the breeze.
Though it was a pretty sight, it made a poor man sneeze.
So tired of the suffering, the man took out his knife.
He walked up to the tree with the intent to take it's life.
Attempting to cut off a branch, he stuck the blade in deep.
It did not break the sturdy limb because the knife was weak.
Determined to claim victory, the man retrieved a saw.
He severed off the sound tree trunk and stripped the black bark raw.
Now he needed to destroy the stump that still had stayed.
Fire scorched the smoky wood, a flame flickered, danced, and played.
Blades and blaze and saws and loppers did not tear it down.
It stayed safely in the soil, by roots this stump was bound.
Saintly as a sermon, untouched by this man's hands,
there is nothing he can do, for the cedar stump still stands.
Oh wouldn't it be wonderful if we could likewise be
rooted to our faith like the stump of the cedar tree.