There is a tree,

The holiest of trees,

The tree God willed to be,

Before all time,

Before all creation,

The tree to give meaning to trees.

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From seed to shrub,

The Lord did sow,

Generation upon generation,

’Til the trees of the sweetest heritage did grow,

Silently in the wood of a ravaged nation.

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A thousand years did pass,

But the Lord remained ever patient,

Until the seed of the holy tree fell,

And in the soil began its gestation.

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With joy the tree grew in oblation,

Sturdy, it reached for the sky,

Until came the time for its mission.

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Once felled,

It became the Lord’s Cross.

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