Power On the Cross

A tree upon which hung a lamb- A tree of toxic thorns A final cry of agony That only few would mourn. Tragedy befell the place As the light went dark Yet the world was now in grace, Could now, to life, embark. There was power in the blood Shed upon this tree Everlasting power that could Pardon sin and free. This tree was once a sign of death A symbol of disgrace Now, in sweet remembrance To be constantly embraced. Life that left the tree that day Would never leave for good, For, within the next three days Returned, in glory, stood. There is always power in the Blood that then was shed Everlasting power that has Risen from the dead.