I WANDERED o'er the mountain side
Where rocks lay all around,
Within a tiny crevice there
A little tree I found.

Though crushed between two cold, gray rocks
The sapling still did try
To grow into a tree, and reached
Its branches toward the sky.

"You may as well give up," I said,
Your chances there are few ;
Against such odds, you try in vain -
Life was not fair to you."

The years rolled by, and once again
I wandered through that land ;
And in that crevice, I beheld
A tree both tall and grand.

And as I closer drew, I saw
The rocks were pushed aside,
The crevice, once so very small,
Was many inches wide.

"I might have known," I whispered then,
"That God, who made the seed,
Would put within its tiny form
The strength for every need."

How can we doubt our Father's care,
Who thus cares for a tree ?
Will He not give His children strength
To be what we should be ?

When obstacles are in the way,
Should we sit down and sigh,
And so fall short of what we'd be,
If we would only try ?

We'll win, if we remember this,
For it is very true -
God's strength is quite sufficient for
All things we're told to do.