The Burning Bush

I am just a bush, an insignificant bush Surrounded by hills all around,

I have no importance and nothing to share Just lonely, and wild and bare.

I see people passing, they don't look at me; Cos there's nothing of beauty to see,

I just go on living my life all alone, Braving the wind and the storm.

Some insects and reptiles come visiting; Find nothing and just go away.

I wish I had some fruits and flowers; And people to stop and stare.

But sadly I just have nothin to show; And nothing to proudly declare.

I'll just go on living biding my time; Until one day I'll just fade away.

Suddenly I feel a tender warmth; Like a burning within my soul.

 My branches seem alight with flame; With fire that is aglow.

It's the fire of God burning so bright; Lit by an Angel from high,

A thunderous voice of God I hear; And clouds which cover the sky.

Take off your shoes the voice seems to say; You're standing on hallowed ground.

To a man approaching near close to me; To Moses, the chosen one.

Today I'm called the 'burning bush'; Planted on hallowed ground.

Used by God the Holy One;

To bring His message to man.

I am the bush the very same bush; The lone and insignificant one.

I was used by God by His very own hand; To fulfil His wishes for man.

I am now not without identity,

For I stand on hallowed ground.

I like the transformation God has done, For as the 'burning bush' I stand.