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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: October 30, 2006

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Submitted: October 30, 2006



That tree of life disguised

In the thorny weeds of mourning,

In its branches holds the sun

Of man's forgiven morning.

Arms outstretched on those straight boughs,

Encompassing the world in love,

Rooted to the earth below,

With eyes set to the throne above.

Grief swiftly making way

For the love shining from His face,

Giving blessing through His blood,

To all man's fallen race.

In the sweetness of His love,

The fruit of this hewn limb,

Redeems the bitter, evil fruit

Of mankind's lasting sin.

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