Make me like a tree, God, 

To stand tall, 

Defined among the crowd. 

I want to bend with all the changes 

And the blowing of the riotous winds,

But bestow upon me the ability to remain strong,

Remain untouched, and remain dauntless. 

Dear God, in life’s tests and pressing issues,

Please create me in the image of a sturdy oak,

And whistle a breeze through my leaves

With your everlasting presence.