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The Great Tree

There shall be many trees we shall stand under,
Many are the wonders that our eyes shall see,
But not one more wondrous than the majesty,
That does come forth from God's first tree.

It would take 43 men holding hands to surround its girth,
Life pulses through the tan and living bark,
The love that flows into a heart as one looks upon him,
From the high branches one can hear the singing lark.

The king of trees his head crowned with burning fire,
So tall he stands he almost does touch the sun,
And as we look up the golden light descending,
Makes us feel as if God's glory it is come.

The joy within our souls as we look upon this life,
This life that has lived for well over a million years,
He looks out with glory at the forest majesty,
This tree that is sustained by the Angel's tears.

And his song of majesty is carried on the breeze,
Throughout the mighty forest far and wide,
A song that only those who spring from earth do know,
That flows throughout the forest like an ocean tide.

His branches swaying lightly in his prayer,
His hair a most beautiful shade of ivy green,
His coat a most beautiful shade of tan,
The most beautiful tree this world has ever seen.

And life within his branches does go on,
A multitude of birds singing their song,
The great trees leaves rustling out the time,
The summer forest's song goes ever on and on.

Sing the song of the forest deep down in your soul,
The glory of the great tree you shall always know,
As the forest life it does go on forever strong,
The great tree of life does eternal grow.

The great tree at the heart of the forest does stand,
Its life giving tendrils reaching for miles underground, 
And as we gaze up at God's greatest majesty,
We hear the pulse of his Love all around.

The great tree it shall forever live,
Within the great forest, within God's great dream,
And ever under these mighty boughs we shall stand,
And the great tree shall join in our Love supreme.

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