The Tree

The tree,
Planted for me,
The law of God on display.
God said, “It’s mine.”
“The others are thine,”
“Eat it and you I must slay.”

The tree,
Tasted for me,
The fruit of sin and of shame.
One bite he ate,
And sealed the world’s fate,
He sinned and we share the blame.

The tree,
Bore it for me,
He made my sins all His own.
My debt was paid,
Atonement was made,
He raised me up to His throne.

The tree,
Waiting for me,
Beside still waters it stands.
Gone is the curse,
His praise now rehearse,
‘Precious those nail pierc-ed hands!’


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