My Lofty Cedar

Inspired by Ezekiel 17.

I fly through the wilderness…where do I turn?
Many trees I have passed, but all brittle and dead.
My wings are too weary, I need somewhere to rest.

The ground is so near, on what do I depend?
The heat, my eyes, but, no…could it be?
A Cedar stands tall, shines, reaches to me!

High on a mountain, the lofty top reaches the sky,
Strong branches stretch out, bearing fruit.
In this noble Cedar, birds of every sort nest.

Now I take refuge in this foundation of stone.
He has saved me from death, I am not alone!