Upon This Tree Poem by Adam M Snow

Look upon this tree,
a Man hung for us to see.
The blood which stains this tree,
is the reason we are free.

The scars and lashes upon His back,
all for us, He did not slack.
A precious life He gave to us,
surrendering all without a fuss.

Out of love His life He gave;
this lost lamb, His blood He save.
By His blood our sins He lave,
the price His life in which He gave.

Death has claimed Him, but claimed Him no more;
upon that tree our sins He bore.
Conquering Hell a battle won,
victory is He, God's only Son.