One Tree Hill
He Created the Tree
He molded and built
A small lonely hill,
That He knew would be
Called Calvary.
Then He made the seed,
That would grow to be thorns
That would make
His Son bleed.
Tell me
How can you be so numb
When you've been so well fed
Bless me, bless me is
All we ever hear
One Tree Hill
When will the seed
Grow into a tree in you
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