Christian poem 'The Treehouse' by Don Sicklesteel (Christart.com)

The Treehouse
by Don Sicklesteel © 2006

The tree house was tilting as I climbed up to the door,
It was much less stable than it had ever been before.
I knew I had to tear it down, it really had to go,
But I didn't think the memories would capture me so.
The door now hung crooked, and was kind of sloping in,
I remembered when it first opened, and we stood there with a grin.
The Woodsman Club met there, bringing kids from far and wide,
All the kids together, what a lofty place to hide.
You could conquer the world, win every battle, dream dreams without end,
Be whatever or wherever you wanted to be, in that treehouse with a friend.
Our kids are grown now and over the years have grown,
The treehouse has been empty as they have families of their own.
I wonder in life's pressure, if there are things we just don't see,
When the comfort of a treehouse, is someplace we'd rather be.
All of us need a treehouse, when things happen in our life,
When things get out of control, and we are surrounded by strife.
Remember God has a treehouse ready, somewhere in the sky,
Trust in Him, and you'll see it, when you say your last good-bye.
Until then be patient, He'll be with you all the way,
Until you see His treehouse, on that grand and glorious day.

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