THE TREE OF HOPE song lyrics/Words by Joel Sattler 

The island is barren except for one tree
The coral can cut through your boot like a knife
The islanders call it their holiest place
They say that their oak is the Tree of Life

They guard it so carefully, gather the leaves,
Although it never bears flowers or fruit
They sing in a shadowy temple of green
And kneel on a carpet of crisscrossing roots

The claim that the world was entirely water
Except for the garden of Ib Allah Haam
Which rose from the waves on the back of a turtle
A place where the crocodile lay with the lamb

But now just an isolate impotent tree
Looks out on the land, dug into the sand
It hold to the shore. The others have gone
But their God has allowed a promise to stand

Each evening a single canoe from the sea
Delivers a priestess who come there to plead
For the one thing her people so desperately need
She praises His mercy, but begs for a seed….