He Grew the Tree

He Created the Tree
He molded and built
A small lonely hill,
That He knew would be
Called Calvary.

Then He made the seed,
That would grow to be thorns
That would make
His Son bleed.

Then He made a green stem
Gave it leaves and then
Gave it sunshine and rain
And sheltered it with moss.

With tears in His eyes,
God looked down in time
Saw Him spat upon,
Beaten and mocked.

Still, He grew the tree,
That He knew would be
Used to make
The old rugged cross.

Nothing took His life.
With love He gave it.
He was crucified,
On the tree
That He created.

With great love for man
God stayed with His plan
He grew the tree,
That He knew would be
Used to make
The old rugged cross.