Hands slipped, leaves fell, bark chipped.
I fell out of the dwelling tree
my faith dispelled and drifted free
It grew as the tree of spiritual growth
Where I neglected my devotional oath
Where had my heart gone?
Where the break of dawn?
I made much progress up the tree
Only on the Light my eyes would see
Its bright rays peered through the treetops
Revealing hope where the climbing stops
Yet, my eyes repeated to drift down
Past, sinful habits became renown
Tempted to think I was tired,
Laziness became what I admired
One day, I completely ceased my climb
And the serpent arrived just in time
He told me to reach for the fruit a couple branches below
If only I heard within me the faint, deeper woe
But I utterly found as I reached down
It remained too far as my world descended and spun around
And here I lay, back on the ground
Corrupting feelings spread unbound
For no one could see in the black darkness
Selfish,earthly senses they could only harness
Feeling their way through the dirt
Tasting their way through the hurt
Hearing only their own voice
Dancing to din endured as their only choice
I enjoyed the pointlessness of this life
For within me there dwelled no kind of strife
Entirely committed to my natural sin
Not ‘fighting the good fight’ that existed to win
Knowing my rebellion ultimately ended to lose
Standing out remained wholly to refuse
The people around me acted all the same
Being different prevailed as an evident shame
But here a crucial payment the authorities needed:
“The guilty one should be punished ” disguised demons pleaded
My fearful emotions arose
That my guilt and crime would show
Executioners forced their way through the crowd
Crazy cheering and chants grew loud
And sure enough they found me
From my stone heart, sin spilled free
“You have rebelled against the King of Light,
By His decree,you sacrifice your blood tonight!”
Hope seemed lost in the shouts and cries of justice
Yet, words of grace miraculously became trusted
“For her offense against my Father, let her not pay,
I will take her place, for it is the One and only Way.”
The excitement grew
The proposal fell through
This was the voice of a poor man
But He was not meant to be in this land
Like me, the King granted Him a heart
Yet, perfect flesh carved its exclusive art
Calling Himself, “The Prince of Peace” they convicted Him of blasphemy
Yet the reason of His offense persisted truly as a fallacy
Executioners killed
Blood spilled
Running to parties, the crowd raced in a scatter
While I solely remained to contemplate the matter
I decided to painfully hear the small still voice inside
Nearer and nearer I crawled to the glistening spark I eyed
“ I... I am the guilty one,
I am infinitely sorry for what I have done.”
Tears streamed like a river down my face
I could not comprehend this gift of grace
The spark grew nearer to me
The tree I had climbed now I could see
Bloodshed shown by its streaks
The resurrected Prince repeats,
“ Climb up your tree
and continually follow me.”
My cares and duties now on Him to lay
Though so underserving, I still had to say,
“My Prince of Peace died on this tree,
I once was lost, but now, He sets me free.”
The Light warmed my heavy, frozen spirit
My Prince’s heart of flesh I did inherit
Looking up to the Light
I relied on His might
Knowing when I reached the top
Separation will assuredly stop
I will see my Prince of Peace
climbing His tree I was never to cease....
I fell out of the dwelling tree
my faith dispelled and drifted free
It grew as the tree of spiritual growth
Where I neglected my devotional oath
Where had my heart gone?
Where the break of dawn?
I made much progress up the tree
Only on the Light my eyes would see
Its bright rays peered through the treetops
Revealing hope where the climbing stops
Yet, my eyes repeated to drift down
Past, sinful habits became renown
Tempted to think I was tired,
Laziness became what I admired
One day, I completely ceased my climb
And the serpent arrived just in time
He told me to reach for the fruit a couple branches below
If only I heard within me the faint, deeper woe
But I utterly found as I reached down
It remained too far as my world descended and spun around
And here I lay, back on the ground
Corrupting feelings spread unbound
For no one could see in the black darkness
Selfish,earthly senses they could only harness
Feeling their way through the dirt
Tasting their way through the hurt
Hearing only their own voice
Dancing to din endured as their only choice
I enjoyed the pointlessness of this life
For within me there dwelled no kind of strife
Entirely committed to my natural sin
Not ‘fighting the good fight’ that existed to win
Knowing my rebellion ultimately ended to lose
Standing out remained wholly to refuse
The people around me acted all the same
Being different prevailed as an evident shame
But here a crucial payment the authorities needed:
“The guilty one should be punished ” disguised demons pleaded
My fearful emotions arose
That my guilt and crime would show
Executioners forced their way through the crowd
Crazy cheering and chants grew loud
And sure enough they found me
From my stone heart, sin spilled free
“You have rebelled against the King of Light,
By His decree,you sacrifice your blood tonight!”
Hope seemed lost in the shouts and cries of justice
Yet, words of grace miraculously became trusted
“For her offense against my Father, let her not pay,
I will take her place, for it is the One and only Way.”
The excitement grew
The proposal fell through
This was the voice of a poor man
But He was not meant to be in this land
Like me, the King granted Him a heart
Yet, perfect flesh carved its exclusive art
Calling Himself, “The Prince of Peace” they convicted Him of blasphemy
Yet the reason of His offense persisted truly as a fallacy
Executioners killed
Blood spilled
Running to parties, the crowd raced in a scatter
While I solely remained to contemplate the matter
I decided to painfully hear the small still voice inside
Nearer and nearer I crawled to the glistening spark I eyed
“ I... I am the guilty one,
I am infinitely sorry for what I have done.”
Tears streamed like a river down my face
I could not comprehend this gift of grace
The spark grew nearer to me
The tree I had climbed now I could see
Bloodshed shown by its streaks
The resurrected Prince repeats,
“ Climb up your tree
and continually follow me.”
My cares and duties now on Him to lay
Though so underserving, I still had to say,
“My Prince of Peace died on this tree,
I once was lost, but now, He sets me free.”
The Light warmed my heavy, frozen spirit
My Prince’s heart of flesh I did inherit
Looking up to the Light
I relied on His might
Knowing when I reached the top
Separation will assuredly stop
I will see my Prince of Peace
climbing His tree I was never to cease....