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Three trees stand tall at the River of Life,
Branches upwave to the Master of the skies,
Talking hopes and dreams in golden sunlight,
and the first tree prayed with spirit filled might,
Someday I hope to be a carved treasure chest,
Filled with gold of the world's very best,
Intricate carving for the world to see,
All the beauty the beauty in me,
and the second tree prayed with spirit filled might,
longing to sail the sea of life,
Ship so true master of the sea
Kings and Queens feel safe in me,
crossing the waters with me.
And the third tree prayed with spirit filled might,
I want to grow, straight to the light,
Heaven to touch, the greatest of trees
all people will remember me.
And then the woodsmen came to cut them down,
hauled away to be used by the town.
The first tree became a crib for golden straw,
nothing like the dreams he had saw.
and the second tree cut in pieces small,
a fishing boat to be that was all
Nothing like the dreams he could recall,
and the third tree just knew when he fell to the ground,
for Heaven's touch he was not bound
In pieces large cut, he was left in the dark,
prayers hopeful dreams missed the mark.
The Master of the Skies, in His ways so wise,
In the fullness of time, answers prayers sublime,
The crib of golden straw, the greatest gift saw,
Deep in this treasure chest, woman laid a sleeping babe to rest
and the fishing boat you see, King of Kings held, the Master of the seas.
and from the dark night, a third was brought to light,
on the beams of a cross, Heaven was bound,
and the third tree just knew when he was placed in the ground,
all people will remember me,
Heaven touched the greatest of trees.