I'M The Tree - Poem by Ruth Glass
Man, God made me
And God made you too.
I was happy—and so were you. Man, you disobeyed God.
You allowed yourself to sin.
You caused the punishment of death upon
Everything, including human—and then;
You took my wood and made a cross
You hung God's son the savior for the lost.
How many more men, did you hang on the tree?
How many more men, cried please set me free?
You've caused sadness, and shameless of face.
But God still loves you, and offers you grace.
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