My Sycamore Tree By Paul West Desert diary from Thursday, October 13, 2005 I could not get to Jesus, I was all alone. I could not find my way to Jesus, I was so all alone. I fought my way to Jesus, but I could not get to him all alone. I struggled in my soul to see Jesus, but the light was very dim. I looked and looked but could not see Jesus; my eyes were veiled with pride. I listened for the voice of Jesus, but I could not hear him all alone. Desperation filled my secret place, to experience my friend Jesus. I could not find him in my secret place, I was there all alone. Where was my friend Jesus, why could not I see him or hear him all alone? I saw Jesus in my friends and I heard his voice too. They took me to Jesus, when I could not get to him all alone. Through my friends, Jesus called me out of my sycamore tree, and would not leave me all alone. I heard his voice call my name, and I knew I was not all alone. Jesus just wanted to eat with me, and have me in his home. Written by Paul West