The tree, the tree, the mysterious tree.
What does it hold for you and me?
Was Christ nailed there or just a man?
Just history or the Master's plan?
How could a tree hold such pain?
Why would God die for other's shame?
That tree, that tree, that blood stained tree.
Why would He die for you and me?
Christ left heaven and all it holds.
Left the crystal sea and streets of gold.
Heaven with angels all around.
Gone now, Christ is earthly bound.
That tree, that tree, that infamous tree.
Held our Lord for all to see.
Pain and death, they hung Him there.
Soldiers watched, didn't care.
Yet, Christ chose to stay upon that cross.
Chose to suffer and die for the lost.
Nailed to that tree is where he died.
Had power to leave but never tried.
That tree, that tree, that eternal tree.
Twas love that held him to that tree.
The tree, the tree, that wonderful tree.
Designed by God for you and me.
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