If you teach your child
From a tender age
To trust in
The Father above
You’ll be sowing seeds
Of eternal life
And the seeds
Of eternal love
If you bend the branch
While the tree is young
It will yield
To your loving hand
And when it has grown to
A tree big and strong
It will be in the shape
That you planned
A tree left unkempt
To grow as it will
Will not yield to your touch
Once it’s grown
And try as you may
It can no longer bend
Too long it was left
On its own
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