ANGEL OAK, LONG MAY YOU STAND
If I were a leaf upon your branch
Through a thousand season's past,
Blessed I'd be to have graced your limbs
Till here we stand at last.
The generations gone before
Are layered at your feet
And, oh, I wish my mind was filled
With scenes your eyes did meet.
Your arms endured the Indians
And Pilgrims from afar,
Embraced the mighty hurricanes
And waved at shooting stars.
You're blessed by heaven, ancient oak,
To have lived so many years.
Long may your faithful branches stand
To share with all who nears.
I stand in shade of outstretched wings,
Look up to heaven's blue,
Watch your crown spread up toward God
And....ahh! His face shines through!