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I was just a tiny sapling
My earliest memories-
Growing in the warm Sun
The cool earth beneath- my bed
Year after year, my arms grew
Branching out to touch the air
That blew through the leaves
Birds began to nestle in me
At dawn- I would hear the birds
Sing and I would awake
And at evening- their melody
Would cause me to sleep
Then- the Voice spoke
And I saw through the blur
Of the leaves
The One standing under the shade
Transfixed was I by His Words
Was He the One who that
All Creation waited for- to
Release us all from the curse?
Sorrow came suddenly
I was cut down
Brutally from the roots
No longer a home for the birds
I was sawn in pieces
Bound in ropes and
My pieces were put together
In a shape of the Cross
Then I heard that Voice again
Beneath me
His tear-stained face
Struggling with grief and hurt
I was laid on his back
And he carried me
Until he could no longer carry
And a soldier pushed a man
To finish the task
Of lugging this old wood
To the place they called Gologtha
And the soldiers planted me in the ground
He was nailed- cruelly so
Hand to Hand and feet upon feet
Two more crosses planted
Each man hung on each side of Him
A darkness crept over the sky
Of which I had never seen
It blurred out the sun
The wind whipped like a terror
I hear the Lord cry out
“ My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?”
How He wept on the Cross
For His Father
When He died, He was taken down
His disciples carried Him away
And I was dismantled
And forgotten
But The Voice came again
And said,
“Well done. You served me well
Being my Cross to bear.”
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