I hear Lord, there was
once a Tree planted here in this place
A Tree so fine
and so splendid, a Tree full of beauty and grace.
“Who
planted this Tree of Life Lord here in this garden?
It’s said that
its fruit was so sweet and had the gift of peace and pardon
Who tended this
Tree in its youth Lord when it was growing into the light?
When the gales
blew and the storms raged in the middle of the night.
Who first saw
this Tree bud and blossom into flower
As the sap of
its spirit gave joy to each hour?
Who watered this
Tree Lord when it was parched and dry
When some men
ate of its labour and others wagged heads and passed by?
Who cut down its
branches where the birds of the air made a nest?
Didn’t they
taste of its fruit Lord, did not they know it was best?
Who cut the Tree
down to the ground Lord whilst it was rich in finest full bloom?
There must have
been more than one axe Lord, to bring about such a doom.
But look Lord I
see a young sapling springing from out of its roots
And what
wondrous a sight to behold Lord, there are thousands and thousands of shoots!
What is this
Garden called Father, is it Eden, what mystical name please impart?
“The Tree is my
Son, my young gardener and the garden my child is your heart.”
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