STALWART TREE I WAS

Stalwart tree I was 

When they hewed me down.

Mighty trunk and limbs of wood

When they raised me up.

They planted me hard and deep.

Hammered my strength to keep and hold.

Placed me in the center high and bold.

They hastened His weight upon me,

Hoisted Him up and fastened Him tight.

Secured Him on with all their might.

His body struggled upon me

But I stood still through it all.

Felt the trickling of warm crimson drops

And then a torrent of wetness coming down.

Shouts of anger and chaos all around

I held my ground.

Then spoken upon me came forth

Fervent words of promise.

A gentle forgiveness uttered soft.

My might frame gone blessed and free.