The tree that grew in Brooklyn
Cast its shadow on me
The hardship that visited one year
Dug deep and quite cruelly
I moved through life for a while
Like a ghost in tumult and pain
I didn't understand and lived in darkness
Wandering, it felt, as if in the rain
I was lifted, I was saved
In thousands of miniscule ways
I didn't realize the profundity
Until I woke up and smiled, freed in my days
None of it was due to me
All of it came from above
The promises were freely given
To me, a sinner, by His love.
