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Looking at the trees

Growing straight and tall,



One was used to kill

The savior of us all.



It was'nt made for houses

Or beds to lay our head,



It was made for our Lord

To die for us instead.



It was'nt for the boat

Or ships that sailed the sea,



It was for an arrow

so everyone could see.



It was chosen special

To bear the saviors shame,



Once you see this tree

You'll never be the same.



To not look at the picture

from start until its done,



To not hear our Father

Behold this is my Son.



Will you look at trees

With wonder or with tears,



Just come to the cross

And lay down all your fears.