Under the Broom Tree

 Under the Broom Tree

Sometimes under the broom tree is where I go

To wait on my God when I do not know. 

When I get discouraged and cannot see

God's plan and the direction for me. 

When I believe I have heard His voice

But circumstances make me question my choice. 

When roadblocks appear in every direction

And all I feel is sadness and rejection 

Under the broom tree is where I return. 

That is where for open doors I yearn. 

I cry out to my Father and question my view

Seeking His will and that which is true. 

Under the Broom Tree is where Elijah rested. 

Discouraged over all the time he'd invested

The walls were closing in and he could not see. 

What to do and what was to be. 

God's angel appeared to him in his despair

When failure was his confession and prayer. 

Get up! He was told, I have plans for you

Go in my name and speak what is true.

Under the broom tree is where we all go at times

That is our safe harbor where we can hide. 

It's there where God sends his angels to attend. 

And gives us strength to go out again. 

Under the broom tree is where we can go

To rejuvenate and let God fill our soul. 

But the broom tree is not where we're meant to stay

We must rise up and let God lead the way.

©2026 Sandra C. Johnson

But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a [a]broom tree. And he prayed that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!”

Then as he lay and slept under a broom tree, suddenly an [b]angel touched him, and said to him, “Arise and eat.” Then he looked, and there by his head was a cake baked on [c]coals, and a jar of water. So he ate and drank, and lay down again.

1Kings 19:4-6