From the mouth of one that God calls friend, I heard wisdom speak.
The question that was asked; pertained to a leaf, a branch, and the root of a tree.
For those who are in my life, which are they to me?
A leaf, like season’s has to go away;
That thing that God made temporary I cannot allow to stay.
A branch though it looks sturdy, has the ability to fall;
Of the which you can’t count on at all.
now a root by it’s design is powerful in might;
Strong enough to help you fight.
Embedded deep beneath the earth’s ground;
Friends like that are who you want around.
Friends illustrated in a parable, are they really who their suppose to be?