Thu, Oct 2nd - 11:32AM
SWEET HAWTHORN TREE I sat against you sweet hawthorn tree Your leafy canopy shading me Whiling away the peaceful day In warming heat of early May Listening to the blackbird sing Her song of praise in joy of spring I saw your blossoms white as snow Dance in breeze soft and slow In summer days I passed you by You stood serene beneath cloudless sky Then in autumn mist your berries red Were decked like rubies upon your head When biting frost coated winter morn Your branches bare with piercing thorn I gaze at you sweet hawthorn tree What truths of gospel you tell to me Your blossoms white swaying soft and slow Speak of the One purer than snow Hanging from a branch as He bled His blood running down like your berries red What sharpness in your fiercesome thorn Like ones that crowned Him on that morn Then took Him out to crucify On bark of tree beneath eastern sky Your buds that open up in spring Speak of new life this truth you bring His life renewed and new life for me These things you tell sweet hawthorn tree Colin Moffett
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Name: Colin Moffett
