Weeping Willow
17 Feb 2011 Lewer Kommentaar
in Algemeen
The tree stood tall and proud
As it offered the woman it’s shade.
It tried so hard to protect her
for, it felt she was afraid.
She leaned against it’s trunk
Her sobs rustled through the leaves,
Sighing lightly like the breeze;
Echoes of a heart that grieves.
The tears ran like a river
And watered deep the roots,
Bringing forth the blossoms
That would later bear the fruits.
The tree stood tall and proud
As the soldiers checked it out.
“I think this one will do.
Cut it down,” he heard them shout.
They cut and carved upon that tree;
Stripped it of blossom and bark
Then, they made a rugged cross
That’s the day the world turned dark.
As Jesus hung upon that tree
He was the last fruit it would bear.
For, Jesus was the fruit of God
He was longsuffering and full of care.
The tree no longer stood proud,
As the blood of the Lamb did stain.
It bent with the weight of it’s shame
And it wanted to weep from the pain.
Jesus whispered to the tree,
“From this day forth shall you cry.”
Thus grew the weeping willow
That had watched the Saviour die.”
-Claytia Doran
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