THREE TREES One morning, The air was crisp and still, I saw on the horizon, Three trees standing on a hill. The two trees on the sides, Shorter than the center one; How they stood out, In the rising sun. A refuge for the birds, In the time of storms, A nesting place, So peaceful and warm. Seeing these trees, So majestic standing in a row, Took my mind back, Two thousand years or so, To a place called Calvary, Where three wooden crosses, Stood out plainly in a row. On the outside crosses, Hung two guilty thieves, On the center cross, Hung the only Son of God; He was dying for you and me. Jesus, was bearing our sins, So we could be set free. —— Winston Staples ——
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 17:58:34 +0000
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