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| "These Things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full." John 5:11 |
| Lord I Lift Your Name on High |
| The Tree He created the tree, He molded and built A small lonely hill He knew would be called Calvery. Then he made the seed That would grow in to thorns That would make his son bleed. Then he made a green stem Gave it leaves and then, Gave it sunshine and rain, And sheltered it with moss. With tears in his eyes God looked down in time, Saw him spat upon, Beaten and mocked. Still, He grew the tree, That he knew would be, Used to make the old rugged cross. Nothing took his life. With love he gave it. He was crucified on the tree that he created. With Great love for man God stayed with his plan. He grew the tree that he knew would be Used to make The Old Rugged Cross. Author Unknown |
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