The Olive Tree Plight
Aged olive tree
Where Jesus knelt
Still alive today
A thousand years
Or more growing
Unabandoned
Exposed yet free
Open witness before
A history once more
In Gethsemane waving
It leaves to the world
Triumphant, victorious
And never commit errs
Till eternity and gospel wish
Crown the returned of the Victor.
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