The Tree

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Look, Look
Here I stand next to
clear running stream that
feeds my leaves and mighty
trunk. A strong oak that still
is young and growing until cut
chopped purposely to build a cross
a rugged cross roughly hewn out for my
creator to be crucified
how I
wept
when
He was
nailed
then He
d i e d
W v s e d y r o s
a e F e m o t
Written: 03/18/23
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2023
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