Poem - Oh Canada, Apple of My Eye

Oh Canada, Apple of My Eye

Apple of my eye, with whom all wisdom abounds – You’re the reason the Wise Men came travelling from afar. They followed the star and it led them to You, God’s wisdom now mine—salvation too!

Oh Canada, please take His hand, and see for yourself, this Child is God’s master plan; to put enmity between her seed and His seed that’s sure. He’s the God of our nation, our lives, and our world.

Apple of my eye, You calmed the sea, You walked on water, healed the blind man, You set the captives free.

Oh Canada, He can calm the raging sea that keeps us from being the true north strong and free. He’s the God from above with healing in His wings, to bind up our wounds and blot out the stains. Oh Canada, please take His hand and see grace abound from God’s incarnate hands.

Apple of my eye, You came to die. The world thinks You’re crazy, they think You’re a lie. But I hold you close because Your words are life. Where else can I go? It’s in You I’ll abide.

Oh Canada, I plead with thee, I’m watching you closely— it is where Adam failed Eve; he failed to watch her and remind her about the tree, to tell her there’s one choice only if we want to be free: The Tree of Life— you may eat from that tree; the other in the garden, do not eat its fruit. God said, “No.” That’s it. I stand on guard for thee!

Apple of my eye, Your hands nailed to a tree, naked and despised, I barely recognize thee. You walked this life perfectly, obedient about the tree, Your arms stretched out wide, making propitiation for me. …Oh Canada, please look at His hands. He provides everlasting at(one)ment— He’s our forever friend!

Apple of my eye, You died and rose again, fulfilling all prophecy, just like You said. You indwelt me with Your Spirit, conforming me to You. Oh Jesus, be lifted high today, so Canada can know you’re true!

Oh Canada, I revisit this for you— have you eaten the forbidden apple, or are you being true? To the Lamb of God who climbed the tree, was crucified, and became a curse, so that you can be the apple of His eye and wholly forever yours.

Oh Canada, Apple of My Eye is a poetic intercession written from the posture of a watchman—one who loves deeply and therefore dares to speak truth. Drawing on the biblical imagery of Eden, covenant, and the cross, the poem frames Canada within the greater redemptive story, where humanity’s first failure at the tree is answered by Christ’s obedience upon it. The recurring “apple” motif becomes a lens through which choice, identity, and belonging are examined—not to condemn, but to invite return. This work is both lament and hope, warning and promise, calling a nation to remember that true freedom is found not in autonomy, but in abiding in the One whose hands still bear the marks of love. Written as an act of prayer as much as poetry, it seeks to lift Christ high so that a beloved nation might once again see clearly and choose life.