~ The Tree ~
I started out as a little seed...
love and nurture was all I needed.
I grew into a great old tree,
with glorious branches for all to see.
One day, I was cut down from the sky,
and on my back, a man was put to die.
He cried "it is finished!" as his blood ran deep...
I stood there and watched the people weep.
I looked at this man...as pure as a dove,
and I saw that he died because of love.
Love for the people standing below,
so one day maybe his glory they'd know...
I am very humbled to have been that tree
that held Christ to wipe the world clean.
Twanica Elizabeth Adcock
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