He, my husband
The church maintenance man,
Brought this tree to me
The ladies group at
Our church had used it
As the Jesse Tree
At Christmas but
Now they wanted
It thrown away
They believed it
Was dying, you see.
Sitting in its
Big black pot
In our front driveway
Soaking up with love
The water we give it
And the sun's rays
As we procrastinate
Planting it in the ground
Afraid that Tar, our dog
Will just dig it up.
Now just like
Everything else in spring
The Jesse Tree
Is green and sprouting buds
Its arms outspread
To hug the birds and animals
And to provide 
Goodness and beauty to man. 
A gift from God
As we're His creations
It reminds me
That hope springs eternal,
We journey through life and
We learn and grow
All things are reborn and
No matter how impossible
Creation cycle begins anew
We are all one
Bound in work, love,
Strife and life
He shows us the way
His message is conveyed and
He freely gives
His gift, this tree
So all can
Love, cherish and share.