Tree Of Life Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

The avenue of life is paved with trees
All pointing skyward for us to look up and see!
And know our hope comes from above,
As the Creator of life looks to prove His Love.

A seed is planted but then has to die.
It is this great miracle that has given us life.
And when we’re high up off the ground,
For the needs of others we are torn down.

I hear the King is coming this way soon.
I will offer my bark to prepare his room.
Please use my branch for His crib to make,
And then my leaves for His mattress take!

Today Zacchaeus climbed my trunk to see,
A miracle worker, as He passed by me.
And then a Dove hovering around right then,
Lighted on Zacchaeus, an unworthy man!

And then one day, I was sawed in two.
It was my time, to do this work for you.
It was the plan that Great Master had,
To give of myself, to prove our love for man.

They nailed that man onto my firm spine.
My hardened wood, so sturdy from time.
The greatest honor given to any tree,
Was to be so chosen, to set people free!

Now in His kingdom, by the Jordan stream,
The tree lined river also includes me.
Some may see my blood soaked strife,
But I’ll be referred to, as The Tree Of Life!