This is a tribute to my Papaw, Ryland Vaughan, who recently passed away on Jan. 31, 2007. He is the greatest man of faith I know, and we are all so proud of him. He loved God's Word and always stood for truth, even when no one else would. I gave this poem to him on Father's Day 2006, not knowing it would be his last. He lived a good life, fought the good fight, and died a good death, never waivering in his faith and never ceasing to give glory to his Lord and Savior. This is just my poor, feeble attempt to honor a very great, very strong, very loving man; a man who lived Jeremiah 17:7-8.
O, Mighty Terebinth
~A tribute to Ryland Vaughan~
O, mighty terebinth, how tall and strong you stand.
In wisdom and strength you tower far above any man.
The Lord has granted to you many days upon this earth.
The years you have endured have only increased your worth.
The things you’ve seen, the things you know will one day be revealed.
For now these things, until the time is right, are from others sealed.
Standing tall, your roots down deep, in more than earthly sod,
You are a mighty display of the splendor of our God.
By streams of living water you’ve been planted, strong and sure.
This Source has enabled you many storms to endure.
The Lord has granted you in knowledge and grace to abound,
And you have outstretched your branches, reaching others all around.
Though some have passed you by and not taken time to see,
There are others finding safety and security with thee.
Much fruit has fallen from your branches, being rooted now in love;
Not only from your mighty heart, but in the love of God above.
O, mighty terebinth, no matter what life bringeth thee,
We will always see you as our tall and mighty tree.
Know this—through all the blessings and storms that you have weathered,
You have never ceased to point us to the greatest of all Treasures.
Each day we meet in prayer with our True and Dearest Friend,
We will thank Him that from your mighty branches we descend.
May we, these little saplings, grow, too, in grace and love;
Strong and deeply rooted, until we’re gathered all above.
Standing tall, our roots down deep, in more than earthly sod;
May we, too, become displays of the splendor of our God.
Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD and whose trust is the LORD. For he will be like a tree planted by the water; that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes; but its leaves will be green, and it will not be anxious in a year of drought nor cease to yield fruit.