That Tree *

THAT TREE

Jesus Christ was a man of sorrows,
For he knew what was in man--
And he poured out his life for us, anyways.

This is the word of God.

Therein we stand.

The eternal Light that fully dwells within him
Led the Master to that tree:
Those cruel nails. His anguished cry.

The Lord. 

Instead of me.

And the haughty priests despised him--
Such scorn for the lowly Lamb!
The Word of life was made manifest--

And they pierced

His gentle hand.

But the Saviour walked there, willingly
To bleed alone
On a splintered tree--
He paid in blood to redeem his Bride.
He bled to make us clean.

My Lord, my God-- you came for us!
To save the hopeless-- the lost-- the low
How could this heart e'er forget Golgotha?
For that was my tree.
I know.







(~sister Abby Elizabeth)