Then
shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the Lord. I Chronicles 16:33
We
received a Christmas card from John and Patricia MacArthur (Grace to you – www.gty.org) and it had a
lovely poem on it written by Pastor MacArthur.
As I read it, a tune started forming in my head and I made it into a
song. With his permission, I would like
to share it with you.
The
Tree
It
was the tree that He created,
A
stable made of wood,
A
manger where He lay His head,
A
babe misunderstood.
It
was the tree that He created,
A
carpenter by trade,
With
His own hands He shaped it,
By
it His living made.
It
was the tree that He created,
Held
Him tightly at His death,
It
was His humble cross,
Where
He took His final breath.
Can
we ever look upon a tree
Without
is pointing to eternity?
A
babe, a carpenter, a savior,
Jesus
Christ the Lord.
December
2016
