Blood Runs Down a Tree

Blood Runs Down a Tree

Blood runs down a tree

The tree started as a seed

It had purpose 

It grew out of the soil

The sun nurtured the tree as a sapling

The rains gave it drink

Always with a purpose

It grew tall

It grew mighty

People sat under the tree

Children climbed its branches

It lived many years

Then men came along

Cut the tree down

Killing the tree

It still had purpose

The tree was milled

The tree was cut

The tree was brought to a man

A man beaten

A man who was tired

A man with no sin

The man carried the tree to a hill

The man was laid on the tree

Nails were put through the mans hands
The wood held firm

A nail through his feet

Blood started to soak the dead wood

The tree though long dead found its purpose

Life flowed into the wood

The tree was raised high once more

It stood with more glory than ever

Man had cut it down

But man had raised it again

As this man would rise again
The tree realized this was not a man at all

Blood runs down a tree