High above a hill in Israel
Stood three trees elegant and graceful
Stood they three happy and gay
With expectations, ambitions and desires
"Would I be a cradle
That rocks the kingly and priestly"
Says one, swaying and hustling in gentle breeze
With hopes sailing high in the air
"Would I be a big ship
That takes things of value to others"
Says the other, with hopes as high
As the tallest mountain in Israel
"Would I be a tall tree, that grows and grows
And take people to heaven
A link from earth to heaven I'll be"
The third tree had hopes as high as it's dream
Days passed and years went
Looking forward and hoping 'bout their dream
With desires in their heart, dreams in their mind
And hopes on the air, they went along
One bright morning came a man
Near the first tree did he come
Begin did he to cut the tree
The joy the tree had, be put in no words
The man a farmer was he
Cut he the tree to make a manger
The tree it's hopes did flee
Bereft of hope, blaming his fate
One winter night, shivering and cold
Came a man with his pregnant wife
They did not have a place to stay
Spent the night, they in the manger
At night the woman gave birth
To a baby, lovely but with extraordinary glory
Came to see him, shepherd and kings
Did the tree realise, its creator was he.
'Nother bright morn, did a man come
And cut the second tree he did
Use did he to make a boat
Called he was, Simon Peter
Sad was the tree, it's hopes flew
Into thin air, did it's desires fly
Hopes are a mere myth
Said the tree unto itself
One day a man of glory and respect
Others called him, Jesus of Nazareth
Asked Simon to make his boat ready
For him to talk to the crowd
What pleasing talk had He
What voice of wisdom
What healing touch
Thought the tree - he wasn't ordinary
Still years went by
The third tree was all alone
It's hopes and dreams itself
So huge as it's desire itself.
One day came, three or four men
Came by the startled tree, they started to cut
Sad was the tree, lost all hope
I dreamt of growing upto heaven!
Made they the tree to a cross
Ask they did, a man to carry
His face had an unscathed glory
Tired was he, yet had a difference
The time was still noon
The man still calling his father
The tree wondered, why is he doing so
When everything is going to be over now
Suddenly something unexpected happened
The sun went dark and everyone fled
Crying, weeping, frightened were they
The man said "It is finished" and died
There comes a saviour
To die and save you from your sins
The tree remembered a prophet who once told
While sitting at its root, he said
If that be so, could he be the man
Could he be the one who created me
Could his death mean something much more?
If so through his death, I have become a channel to heaven
Beautiful beautiful, I felt I was in that garden, could feel the heart throb of those trees and thankful to the Lord that He was on that tree for me. Way to go Amit
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagination
ReplyDeleteWonderful truth 🙏
Beautiful lyrics
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So true ...Amen
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