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The Tree, The Cross

Growing, Stretching, Straining for the Sun. Cut down, crafted for the Son. No greater purpose my kind could serve. Once lost in a crowd, now a symbol to be eternal. My life taken for a Son's life given. Ignorant lives know not the magnitude. These blind, know not the reason. Lost souls moan in anger. A cross pleads for the trees to cry out. They Know Not What They Do. The Greatest Sacrifice, Forgiveness Love. A Life given, a gate opened, salvation offered. A hope realized, ours to make real. A life in service, the least we can do. No greater purpose can any find. The Greatest Sacrifice, Forgiveness, Love.
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Written by
alexander-harvie
American
Published
Jan 16, 2012
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the story for the Cross' perspective.

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