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The Tree |
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Truth Seeker New Member
since 1999-09-28
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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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