The Tree Of Life Poem by Dan McGonagle

Planted as a sapling it grew so strong and tall
Over the course of many years it stood above them all
Its branches stretched out far and wide
Created shelter on every side

Yet the day arrived when a woodsman came
With his blade so keen so sharp
Time to harvest the wood he thought
As he swung his axe in time with a harp

A carpenter needed wood for his trade
He went to a timber yard
There he found the once mighty tree
Now a log made of wood so hard

A roman soldier visited him
Told him he needed a pole
It would be used to kill a man
After erecting it in a hole

The carpenter did just as he was told
Exchanging the cross for a small bag of gold
The man doomed to die on the wretched thing
Would first feel the pain of the scourges sting

Not satisfied with the hurt they had done
The soldiers mocked him no mercy was shown
On his head they forced down a crown of sharp thorns
They pierced his sore flesh like the devils own horns

As he hung on that cross he looked to the sky
Forgave his tormentors before he could die
They buried him deep in a cave sealed with rock
On the third day was gone...caused a terrible shock

Now hes on high where he stands King of Kings
At the Fathers right hand as his choir sings
No matter how awful you think you have been
In him you'll find love fit for King or a Queen