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The Tree

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Things that we keep near
Are the things that we hold dear
Like the one dollar bill
That into our banks we fill
Or our car
Without which we cannot get very far
The telephone is a convenient thing
On it we can laugh, cry, or sing
The television is now more common than the kitchen sink
But without it we wouldn't know how to think
We seem to have forgotten
What God has given
The birds of the air
Whose voices are so fare
And the animals that roam the land
Before which, alone, no man can stand
He has given us so much, you and me
And He has given us a tree

A tree that gave us shade
A tree that God's own hand had made
In this tree was our belief
All of it stock, wood, and leaf
In it's Maker we put no trust
Only in the tree He had give to us
And now the tree no longer lives
To us of it's fruit it no longer gives
We are angry with the Maker for taking the tree
We thought it should have been given to you and me

We stopped caring for the tree
We thought that for us there it would always be
The tree began to show scars and lack of care
And it's once beautiful limbs were bare
The Maker came, one day, to see His tree
His beautiful work He had come to see
We didn't want Him to see the tree any more
We didn't want Him to see the scars that it bore
So when He came to see His tree that day
We grabbed Him, beat Him, and took Him away
And for us tears came from His eyes
As we pointed at Him countless lies
Then we took an axe, hammer, and nails, you and me
And nailed our Savior to His own tree
5-1-98
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