Jesus Died On a Tree

He was born into this world, Came to do His Fathers’ work, He healed those who were sick, The crippled walked without sticks, He gave the blind their sight So they could see the light As He taught His father’s words And did His father’s work. He cast out many devils From their physical hotels, He calmed turbulent waves And raised some from their graves, Before His final ordeal Jesus ate his last meal With the apostles He chose And the wicked would oppose. He bled from every pore For both the rich and the poor Wherever they may be On land or across the sea, Wearing a crown of thorns He walked a path well worn, Then they nailed Him to a tree Where He died for you and me. Jesus died on a tree, He died for you and me. What have you done for Him? What have you done for Him?