Salvation's Tree

                                       

Does anyone know of
The Tree of which I speak?
My heart is heavy with burdens so deep.
At this Tree, I hear, there is a calm
of the Man Whose Blood there was shed upon.
The weakness of sin is washed clean
In His Strength;
This Man’s Blood is balm to souls
Ragged with grief.
My life is waning with dreams that are shattered,
And this Blood drenched Tree
Is now all that matters.
From skies of azure to green ocean depths,
The Man from the Tree
Is Master of each tiny breath.
My spirit-so aching!-He alone can restore;
His Love is much stronger than my shameful befores.
At last! Here’s the Tree of which I’ve spoke,
Where death was slain when Salvation awoke!
Oh! The fathomless, blessed relief
To lay down my burdens in exchange for His Peace.
My voice I lift in gratitude, for my Savior lifts my soul,
Binding up my mortal wounds with His Threads of Blood:
More precious than gold!
Hosanna, God Almighty! Praises to the Son of Man!
Through dying on this Tree, You’ve enabled me to stand.
Because You’ve victory over death with great love for
even me,
I’m whole, forever new; I’m here thanks to You;
Thank You, Savior, for that Tree.