Evermore when I
look at a tree
may I recall
what it meant for me....
For On a tree
Love hung complete
I see HIS pierced hands
HIS side HIS feet
On a tree
every battle was won
sin and shame conquered
by THE SON
On a tree
forgiveness gave birth
and every sinner
would find his(her)worth
ON a tree
JESUS bought the right
to open blind eyes
giving them sight
On a tree
the most glorious tree
OUR SAVIOR DIED
for all to be free!
It was looking up at a tree, at three years old
that I remember my first thoughts of God
I recall thinking my Mom made me and grand-mom made her
but - someone had to make the first mom.