An Olive Tree
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In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree
Placed in garden of Gethsemane
An olive to the knee
Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs
When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display
Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen
Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits
A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay
Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart
The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed
On Sunday two women named Mary
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2025
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